Knight In Faded Flannel

Knight In Faded Flannel Part 5

"We're not having sex. We are not going to have sex. I'm just visiting her at her job... where she'll be dressed scantily... with men pawing at her..." She stopped her pacing and ranting inside her bedroom that evening and put her hands on her hips. Staring down at the carpet, her mind was conjuring up different scenarios of what could happen tonight. All of them ended with Ashley pummeling a few assholes then whisking Rayne away and making love to her. She growled to herself out of frustration toward this whole thing. She wanted to see Rayne again, but she didn't want to see men lecherously staring at her body, but at the same time, she also did want to catch one or many of them so she could step in and keep her safe. "I'm not hers and she's not mine. I have no right to act on my natural protective instincts." Ashley sat down on the end of her bed and rested her elbows on her knees as she stared off into nothing. "I'm just gonna go there, have a drink, and maybe score another kiss or two. That's it." She cut her hands through the air and stood up. "Now, what do I wear?"

Dressed, hair finger combed and still wild, smelling of her favourite scent, Ashley made her way through her house double checking that her back door was locked, blinds and curtains were drawn before heading to her front foyer closet. She opened it up and stood back examining her choices. She opted for her favourite biker leather jacket which complemented the rest of her black ensemble right down to her boots. Keys in hand, she locked up the front door then skipped down the wide front stairs and over to her truck. Before climbing inside, she stopped to peer over at the barn out of habit to make sure her horses were okay. At the last second, she looked up at the darkened sky and Rayne's face entered her mind, she smiled. The sight of her face dampened the nervous energy popping off her. Ashley chuckled as she started her truck, having a hard time believing that at her age she had been willed to submit to her lustful feelings for Rayne. Driving out of her driveway, she muttered to herself, "Oh, well. You only die once, might as well live."

She arrived at the strip club five minutes before eleven. The parking lot was jammed packed, forcing her to find a spot out on the street. She shut the engine off then sat back in her seat and stared at the black building with red lighting. It was seedy looking and reminded her of the Devil's lair. She honestly had no desire to go inside except for the fact that the woman she wanted was in there. As she approached the front door where a bulky man stood guarding it, he opened it for her without checking her identification or asking for a cover charge. He nodded his head at her and told her to have a good time. Women always got in for free. She wondered if it was the heterosexual mentality that the performers were for the pleasure of men only and that's why they were the only ones who had to pay to get inside. Guess they forgot about the lesbians.

As soon as she walked past the coat check—a perk she did not use—she wanted to turn right back around and leave. Every table was occupied by men from all walks of life with two dancers doing their thing up on the brightly lit stage. Servers dressed in various types of lingerie were whirling around the room with trays full of drinks. Ashley immediately started looking for Rayne as she moved farther inside. She stopped abruptly when a tiny server bustled past her leaving her flowery scent wafting in her wake. Ashley sneezed into her arm and decided to find a seat before she or someone else went toppling over. She nearly growled in frustration when the only seats available were at pervert row. "Fuck," she said under her breath. There was no way she was going to sit there, but it looked like she didn't have a choice. She confidently strolled up to the chair and pulled it out and sat down. Instantly, one of the dancers moved over to her side of the stage, winked down at her, then pulled the strings loose to her bottoms and let them fall away. Ashley tried to remain indifferent to the whole charade, but she couldn't lie, the sight of the dancer's trimmed bush was sending tingles right between her legs. Those tingles intensified when the dancer slowly squatted down, opening her legs to Ashley showing her everything God gave her. Ashley wanted to avert her eyes, but she didn't want to offend the woman, either. After all, she was sitting in a prime spot where it was expected to watch and throw away your money.