On the Ropes (Down for the Count) (17 page)

“I think I left a little bit of me
inside
of you,” Blaine growls playfully, pulling her closer to him. He begins to bite and kiss her neck.

She giggles. “You’re a naughty boy,” she teases, “no wonder I lost my sheep.”

I can’t help but stare at her, trying to figure out where I’ve seen her before. Then it dawns on me, this is the same bimbo that was at TKO the day of Open House.

No wonder Blaine wanted to come here so badly. He wanted a piece of ass.

“Excuse me for being so rude,” Blaine says. “Saint,” he stops abruptly as he looks at Adrian.

“Oh God, I hope you don’t mind that I invited my roommate? This is Adrian.”

“Absolutely not. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine,” Blaine shakes Adrian’s hand, “and this beautiful lady on my arm is Sydney.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sydney,” I greet her cordially.

Sydney can’t hold a candle to Salem. She wears too much makeup, has huge fake tits, and her dye job isn’t fooling anyone. It always amazes me how men who already have beautiful women cheat. I just don’t get it.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Sydney replies. “Is Kitten taking good care of you?”

“Kitten has been very good to us,” I wink at her.

“I see you two are empty-handed,” Sydney looks down at our hands. She snaps her fingers and a waiter appears out of nowhere. He’s dressed in black leather, and his costume reminds me of a submissive. All that’s missing is a ball gag in his mouth.

“Tell David what you’d like to drink. I know he’ll be happy to get it for you. Won’t you, David?” Sydney sternly addresses the waiter.

“Yes, Madame,” David stands there, obediently waiting for us to tell him our drink order.

He’s actually making me feel uncomfortable. “We’ll both have Jack & Coke.”

“I’ll have those for you in just a few minutes,” he bows down to us.

“Thank you, David. You are dismissed,” Sydney instructs.

Adrian and I give each other a look. Did that actually just happen?

“I love it when she’s dominant,” Blaine laughs when he sees the looks on our faces.

“It’s just an act boys, don’t get too nervous,” Sydney winks at us. “Why don’t you gentlemen have a seat, relax, and enjoy the view?” she snaps her fingers again and the two sailor girls come running over. “These are two of my best girls. You can thank me later,” she then disappears into the darkness.

“Isn’t she great?” Blaine gazes dreamily in the direction that Sydney went.

“Yeah…” is all that comes out in response.
You’re a fucking asshole. You have a beauty queen at home, who’s probably fast asleep dreaming about you and the perfect life you’re gonna have together, and you’re here fucking Dominant Bo Beep.

“If you’ll excuse me for a minute, I need to get some air,” I squeeze by the sailor girls, who are happily shaking their asses for Adrian while he slips five dollar bills down their cleavages.

“You okay, Saint?” Blaine calls after me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need some fresh air. I’ll be back in five.”

“Alright, I’ll keep your seat warm for you,” he slides in next to Adrian. The dark haired sailor girl squeals and jumps onto Blaine’s lap.

As I head for the door, I run into Jimmy and Stephannie. “You leaving so soon?” Jimmy questions me.

“Nah, I just need some air. I’ll be back in a few.”

“You alright?”

“I’m fine, Jim, don’t worry about me. Adrian is up in the corner with Blaine and they’re both getting lap dances,” I point to the left-hand corner of the club.

“Oh babe, you want a lap dance?” he laughs and looks over at Stephannie.

“If all the dancers look like this,” she pauses, looking around the room, “I kinda do.”

Jimmy grabs Stephannie, lifting her off the floor. “God, I love this woman.”

“Have fun, you crazy kids,” I chuckle as I walk away.

I step outside, taking in the cool, spring night air. The bouncer from earlier is still standing guard. “Has the crowd lessened at all?” I ask.

“Nope, it’ll be like this until we close.”

“You’re shittin’ me.”

“This is how it is every night of the week. People will stand in line for hours, hoping they’ll get in.”

“Why do you think people wanna come here so bad?”

“Because no one speaks of what happens inside. It’s like the club is an urban legend,” he laughs.

I laugh with him, “That’s a great way to put it.”

“How come you’re not inside? I figured the ladies would be all over you.”

“I just left the sailor twins with my friend. I needed a breather. I’ve been training for my fight for over a month so I probably should’ve just stayed in tonight and relaxed.”

“Aaahhh… Kendra and Collette, they’re top notch. Two of our most popular girls. You should give them a chance, there’s no doubt in my mind they can help you relax.”

“Thanks for the advice. Maybe I will,” I tap him on the arm. “I guess I’ll head back in and give the girls a try.”

“There you go,” he encourages me.

“I’m sure I’ll see you later,” I turn and head back into the club.

“No doubt you will. Enjoy.”

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Where do you think you’re going, little lady?” I hear the bouncer say.

“Get your hands off me, I need to get in there! I’m looking for my boyfriend,” a female voice yells.

“Sweetheart, you’re not getting in there tonight. First of all, there’s a whole line of people ahead of you. Second of all, we have a dress code,” he informs her calmly.

“Don’t give me that shit! I know he’s on the VIP list. Check your clipboard,” she demands.

My curiosity gets the best of me so I step back outside to see who’s making such a scene. My mouth just about drops to the ground when I see Salem standing there, arms crossed against her chest, and seething in anger. She doesn’t look like her typical, glamorous self. There is no makeup on her face and her hair is up in a ponytail, even her clothing is toned down to sweats and sneakers.

“Salem honey,” I interrupt her tirade, “what’s the matter?” After getting a closer look, I can tell she’s been crying because her eyes are bloodshot and puffy.

“Oh great! Just what I need… you,” she sneers at me.

“You know her?” the bouncer asks.

Ignoring his question, I turn towards Salem, “Why you pissed at me?” I hold my hands up, “I didn’t do anything.”

“Where the hell is he?”

“Who are you looking for?” I play dumb.

“Don’t give me that shit. You know exactly who I’m looking for!”

“You do realize you’re making a huge scene in front of hundreds of people, right?”

“Like I give a shit,” she yells, as she looks at the crowd that’s growing around us.

I know the last thing she needs to see is Blaine and Sydney together. It seems like she already has her suspicions and proving them right will only make her angrier.

“I haven’t seen Blaine tonight.”

“Don’t lie to me. He said he was taking you out to celebrate. I was there, remember?” she shouts.

“Yes, I do remember, but he texted me about an hour ago. He said he couldn’t make it, that something had come up. I assumed that something was you,” I lie again.

“I don’t believe you,” she shrieks.

I shoot the bouncer a look. He tilts his head in understanding and disappears behind the curtain.

Doing my best to distract her, I offer, “Why don’t you let me take you home? You’re upset and you shouldn’t be driving.”

“Ha! Nice try. This is just another one of your lame attempts to get in my pants.”

The bouncer reappears nodding his head at me.

“You wanna go in and take a look around, be my guest,” he says, holding the curtain open for her.

“Gladly,” she huffs as she marches by him with her nose in the air.

“Are you sure you wanna deal with her?” he asks me. “I can easily take care of her.”

“Don’t worry about me, I can handle her. You found him right?”

“All set. He’s nowhere to be found.”

“I owe you, man,” I shake his hand.

“Don’t mention it, brotha.”

“I gotta go find her,” I push the curtain aside and make my way back into the club.

The darkness of the club doesn’t help in my quest to locate her. The crowd has doubled in size since Adrian and I arrived. People are dancing all over the place, bodies grinding to the beat of the music, and I’m standing on my toes trying to see over the crowd. I know the bouncer said he’d taken care of Blaine, but I want to make sure they don’t mistakenly run into each other, especially if Sydney has reappeared. Salem doesn’t need to be hurt any more than she already is.

When I finally find her, she’s standing at the bottom of the stairs near the VIP section, watching the sailor twins seductively dance with one another. Several cat calls come from the audience. The blonde takes her top off, exposing her large breasts and the red, white, and blue tassels covering her nipples. In one sweeping motion, she makes the tassels twirl in one direction and then the other. She stops her movements, turning to her partner and slowly untying the tie in-between the brunette’s breasts. Her actions are slow and exaggerated. The men in the crowd are going wild as she loosens one knot, then turns to the crowd.

“Take it off, baby!” someone shouts.

She moves her index finger back and forth while shaking her head.

I finally catch up to Salem. “See… what did I tell you? He’s not here.”

I watch the expression on her face change from anger to sadness. Her bottom lip begins to quiver and her beautiful blue eyes well up with tears. “Why does he always do this to me?” she cries, burying her face into my body.

I’m stunned when she actually clings to me; gently, I run my hand up and down her back in an effort to comfort her. “It’s gonna be okay, Salem. Let me take you home now,” she nods her head, still not showing her face as I step away from her. Lifting her chin with my thumb and index finger, I give her a small smile. “Wait right here. I just need to tell Jimmy and my roommate I’m leaving,” my heart begins to race at our closeness. I want nothing more than to take her into my arms, kiss her tears away, and make all of her troubles disappear.
What has gotten into me?

“Don’t leave me,” she sniffles.

“Aww sweetie, I’m not leaving you,” I gently touch her cheek, wiping her tears away with my thumb.

“Can… can… I come with you?” she stammers, trying to hold back her tears.

“Of course you can.” I take her by the hand and lead her to where Adrian, Jimmy, and Stephannie are sitting.

Jimmy rises to his feet, his eyes growing wide when he realizes who is with me. “Hey guys. I’m sorry to bale on you, but I’m gonna take Salem home.”

Jimmy looks confused. “Saint, can I talk to you for a second?” he pulls me away from Salem. She’s gripping my hand tightly, only letting it go when I become out of reach.

“Dude, what the fuck!?” his eyes glance over at Salem.

“Look, I can explain,” I look at Salem too; she’s trying to pull herself together, “but not right now. I promise, I’ll explain it all to you tomorrow. It’s not what you’re thinking.”

His eyes say it all, he doesn’t believe one word I’m saying. “Did you plan all this?”

“Plan what? To have Blaine cheat on his girlfriend, then have his girlfriend show up at the club where his mistress works? No Jimmy, I didn’t plan any of this. She just showed up, and I happened to hear all the commotion she was causing outside the club,” I’m trying to keep my voice down.

“Okay, now that you say it out loud, it does sound pretty ridiculous,” he relents.

“Believe me, if I really wanted to get into her pants, I could. I wouldn’t have to scheme.”

“No doubt,” he still looks unsure of what I’ve told him. “Alright, be careful.”

“Adrian. Adrian!” I say loudly, trying to get his attention away from the two sailors, who are now completely topless.

He looks my way, annoyed. “Can I borrow your helmet?”

“What?!” he lifts his hand to his ear.

“Your helmet! Can… I… bor-row it?” I draw out my words.

“Yeah, sure thing, it’s over there,” he points over to the corner.

“Thanks. I’ll see you at home.”

“Not if I can help it,” he smirks, his eyes not leaving the sailor twins.

I grab our helmets and go back to Salem. “All set. Let’s get you home.”

“You ride a motorcycle?”

“Well, I certainly don’t ride around in a car with a helmet on my head,” I tease her, trying to make her laugh.

A small smile begins to form at the corners of her mouth.

“There’s that beautiful smile. I knew it was in there.”

As Salem and I descend the steps from the VIP area, Kitten approaches us. “Leaving so soon?” she pouts. “I thought you and I were gonna get frisky tonight,” her eyes are filled with desire as she bats her fake eyelashes at me.

“Sorry, babe. I’ve gotta take a friend home,” I glance over at Salem, where she’s waiting patiently for me.

“Well, that’s too bad, Sugah,” Kitten purrs as she circles around me and grabs my crotch, “you and I could’ve had some fun.”

I feel my cock getting hard as it pushes up against my zipper. “Maybe next time,” I whisper so that Salem can’t hear.

“Next time,” she agrees, as she presses her body up against my back. I feel her hand slip into my pants pocket. “Meeoow… definitely, next time,” she whispers, gently biting my earlobe as she tightens her grip on my cock.

“I gotta go,” I let out a heavy, staggered breath.

“Bye, Sugah,” she gives me one last squeeze before she lets go.

Taking Salem by the hand, I start leading her out of the club. But before I round the corner to exit, I look back over at Kitten. She blows me a kiss from across the room.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.