“Well, you should still give him a lap dance. Add to your Stripper Haul.” She giggled as she nicknamed my stack of cash.
Roxi appeared again with another drink.
“From your friend. He seems keen on seeing you again.”
“Thanks, Roxi.” I gave her a smile and set the fresh drink on the make-up table. I gave her a twenty from my stack of cash as a tip.
“Thanks, Sugar,” she replied, returning my smile. When she smiled, I could see that beautiful woman who must have turned some heads when she danced here.
“Mr. Dark and Handsome gave me a note for you, too.” She displayed her tray and I could see a drink coaster with some writing on it. I picked it up.
“Mr. Dark-Eyes?”
“Yeah, him.” She chuckled as she observed me like a delivery boy waiting for a reply.
I read the note, and I felt the heat rise in my chest and neck.
I’m serious about the lap dance. I’ll return more than the bra if you do this for me.
After reading it, I gave it to Carol who had been trying to read over the top of it.
“Thanks, Roxi. Tell him that…”
“… she’ll be happy to give him a lap dance. Won’t you, Reggie?” Carol said, interrupting me.
“Carol!” I barked.
Roxi hesitated, as if waiting for an answer.
“Come on. Do it. You need some excitement in your life. And a little man-venture won’t hurt anything.” Carol urged me to make a terrible decision. In high school, it would have been me urging her to do the same.
“How much did he tip you on the stage?” Roxi asked.
“One-hundred dollars,” Carol answered before I could get words out of my mouth.
“Well, if he tipped you a hundred on the stage, he’ll tip much more in the private room. You don’t have to do anything back there you don’t want to. Rub your ass on his crotch. A little motor boat. He’ll be happy.” Roxi dealt out sage stripper advice as if she had experience. I eyed her carefully. Maybe she had been a stripper when she was younger.
“Come on, Reggie. Do it. You can do it,” Carol said, urging me on like a cheerleader.
Thoughts of headlines in the newspaper ran through my head.Prestigious Sex Therapist now Stripping at My Cherry Pie Gentleman’s Club.
The thought of Ass-Hat getting wind of this adventure and the crap he could put me through made my gut tighten. The thought of my clients finding out and losing their confidence in me and my work with them made my throat dry up. I could feel the tension building in my neck. I usually was firm and never gave into pressure from my peers. Why was I still entertaining this idea?
I could still feel his touch. His hand on my hips. His hand grazing my butt. The twenty-dollar bill sliding into my panties and his knuckles on my clit. I clinched my legs tight as a wave of pleasure shot through me.That’s why!
“What do I do?” I asked Roxi, who still waited patiently.
“Just come out whenever your are ready and head over to the Cherry Pit,” Roxi replied.
“The Cherry Pit?” I asked.
“That’s what they call the private room here, Sugar. To the right as you come down off the stage.”
“Let him know I’ll be out shortly.”
“You got this, Sugar,” Roxi smiled and then departed.
“Say, do you think they do more in the back room than just dance?” Carol asked.
