Kelly, a new girl down in H.R., nodded as she sipped her wine. “I came here once for a July 4th show, and I wasn’t disappointed in the slightest. I mean, the girls were wearing these red, white, and blue bras with sparklers poking out of them. It was insane!”
And as our waitress came back with our drinks, I asked her to keep them coming for both me and Brit.
I’d cover whatever tab it took to wash away the sins of my finicky mind.
I wasn’t too involved with their conversations, especially since they kept talking about work. And talking about work only served to remind me that, for the smallest of seconds, I had called JoJo just to see how he was doing. As if I had that right or something. It didn’t take long for the show to start, however, and as the music cued up all of the lights went down.
Before a singing woman emerged in a feathery costume that only covered exactly what it needed to.
“Are those peacock feathers?” I asked.
“Sh!” all the girls said in unison.
I downed my first margarita just to get going, and as I grabbed my second one from the waitress’s hand, I found myself entranced with the show. A woman in what looked like a latex outfit that she donned from head to toe came out cracking a whip in her sky-high stilettos. She got the main singer that had opened the show down onto her knees before tying her hands behind her back. My jaw dropped as the show progressed with the latex-clad woman barking commands.
And every time the woman said, “good girl,” I imagined JoJo calling me exactly that.
“Wow,” I whispered.
Brit nudged me. “Hell of a show, huh?”
I leaned back into my seat. “Want to know something embarrassing?”
She scooted her chair closer. “I’m always up for some gossip. Hit me with it.”
I leaned into her ear. “Doggy style was the epitome of my sexual escapades until I moved here.”
She gasped. “You’re fucking joking.”
I downed my second drink. “Not one damn bit.”
“What’s up?” Kelly asked.
Brit giggled. “Becca here gets kinky with that doggy style, you guys.”
All the girls whipped their heads in my direction and immediately, my sex life and its lack of spice became to the topic of conversation. Granted, I had experienced some things since my first time back in high school, but I sure as hell didn’t want to give them anymore fuel to add to the fire.
And after the waitress brought me my third drink, I felt loosey-goosey enough to really kick back and watch the show.
“Who’s ready for a little tease!?” the announcer asked.
So many people leapt onto their feet and started cheering. The main woman from the very beginning, who had been relieved of her binds, scanned the audience for someone to bring up onto stage. I sank lower into my chair, hoping and praying her eyes passed me over.
But the second she locked eyes with me, I knew I was fucked.
“Why don’t you come on up here, sexy, and join me for a little while?” she asked.
Brit and the girls looked at me before they started clapping their hands. They whooped and hollered while a few catcalls bellowed from the crowd. I joined the woman on stage before she ushered me to sit in the very comfortable chair on stage.
Then, she held her microphone to her lips. “So, my dear, what brings you here tonight?”
She shoved it into my face and I cleared my throat. “A failed date.”
Everyone busted out laughing as the woman grinned. “Sounds like you need a little… pick-me-up, then.”
“Yes, she does!” Brit yelled from the table.
The crowd erupted into applause as my cheeks turned red. I hated being the center of attention like this. But, with every act and with every trick, my mind opened to the unimaginable possibilities of what it meant to be intimate with someone. There were men donning leather straps that guarded the entrances and exits. Women of all shapes and sizes wore things like assless chaps while women dressed in leatherbound clothing whipped them while they sang. It was damn close to a fucking softcore porn video, and yet I didn’t want it to stop.
