DESIRE

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Sunday,
June 3, 2018
Marshall's POV:

"So have you talked to Greg about coming in for his first day tomorrow Paul?" I sat down in a swivel chair inside the studio, as Paul walked in setting down stacks of papers.

"Yeah, he'll be coming in around 9 tomorrow to get a feel of the studio. I showed him a few things today and he was fine. So it'll just be you two tomorrow morning till 12 and then I'll be in to check and see how it's going." He replied sitting down next to me. "He knows what he's doing Marshall, it's all gonna be fine."

"I know he knows what he's doing, I just don't want him messing up my shit! You know how some people wanna come in and touch everything. I just want to make sure he's doing his job and I'll fucking pay him!" I snapped back. "You know why I fired that last guy Paul, he tried stealing from me!"

Paul sighed and leaned against the fridge taking a sip of his Diet Coke, "Em, I know. I had to deal with it! But this guy is good, he knows how everything works. It'll all be fine, just cut the guy some slack. You barely even know him yet!"

Once again, Paul is always right. I leaned back in my chair, scratching at my beard slightly. "I...I know but-"

"No Marshall! Give him a damn chance." Paul argued, "You're always judging everyone before you even get to know them."

"Alright, alright! I'll cut him some slack." I sighed and stood up taking my phone out of my pant pocket, it was almost 7 PM. "Imma head out for the night Paul, I gotta go run some errands." I grabbed my car keys and my jacket.

"Alright, have a good night Em." Paul replied as I shut the door. I walked out to my Black Escalade in the parking lot, getting inside, and set up my GPS. Every Sunday night I go out to the club, just to see what's happening. I recently just started going back to the club, since I've been single for a while and just wanna have some fun. I'm 46, I can still have fun. I've been in many relationships, and now I just want to relax and not have any strings attached.

I pulled into 'Players Gentlemen's Club,' down on 8 Mile. Thankfully, not many people have recognized me, and I always take the back way inside. I walked to the back of the building, zipping up my black sweatshirt as I walked in. My eyes glanced around the club, music blaring, fluorescent lights. I walked past the bar, the aroma of alcohol everywhere, which I despised. I look at the front of the stage, girls swaying their hips back and forth, every man's eyes affixed on them. These girls always have our attention. It's what we crave. I leaned back looking around at the girls, I only knew a few by name; they'd given me dances before. I never give out my name, or at least try to.

I felt delicate hands slowly land on my shoulders, rubbing them gently. I turned my head seeing Lexi, one of the girls I knew quite well, staring at me smirking. "You come back for more Mr. Mathers?" She whispered seductively against my ear. I let out a small chuckle and turned my body to face her even more.

"Maybe, we'll see what tonight holds.." I whispered as her hands slowly scratched down my back.

"Well don't keep me waiting long." She smirked and strutted away slowly. I chuckled and bit my lip softly. The music changed to rock, the lights turned to a dark red, changing the mood of the club. 'Shakin' Hand's by Nickelback came on. Slowly, I leaned forward looking upon the stage of a girl I'd never seen. Maybe in her late 30's early 40's gripping her hands on the pole as she swung herself around. She was tall, with long blonde hair, tattoos all over her, her body slim thick. Perfect curves. this girl was something else.

Once the chorus came on she carousel herself around the pole, gripping and spinning quickly, then lifted her legs up from the floor, bending her knees, pointing her toes. I was in awe of the way she moved. She came back down, lying back on her elbows, slowly extending her perfect legs towards the ceiling and pointing her toes. She rotated her legs clockwise a few times. I had never seen anyone dance like this. Not only was it exotic, but it was fucking sexy! She finished dancing and got up leaving the stage. My eyes followed her as she exited off stage. I could feel my hard-on, wanting to string free from my pants. I quickly went to the bathroom before anyone could see my bulge. I shut the door, splashing cold water on my face. I sighed leaning forward into the sink, letting cold water drip from my forehead. What the fuck did I just watch?

I dabbed my face dry with a paper towel and walked out of the bathroom, looking around for Lexi. I saw her leaning against the bar talking to someone. I sighed and whistled at her, getting her attention. She walked over to me smirking, before she could say anything I shushed her.

"Who the hell was that girl that just danced on stage?" I whispered to her. She leaned her body close up to me,

"Her name is Diane. She's been dancing here for a while, usually here on the weekdays, but just got added to doing Sundays. Why?"

"Can you introduce her to me?" I practically begged, "Please, I'd love to meet her.."

"Why can't you do it? You're a grown man.." she raised an eyebrow at me and rolled her eyes walking away from me. I swore under my breath, I'm not introducing myself. I can't! I walked towards the bar and leaned forward to the bartender,

"Yo, can I get a coke?" I slid him a $20 and he nodded. He handed it to me and I sighed taking a long sip of my drink. "What do you know about that dancer Diane?" I asked him.

"Not much, but she's a hell of a dancer. Sexy as fuck. It's hard to get her attention though." He chuckled.

"Why's that?"

"She likes to play hard to get, I think it turns her on or something. She likes to see men beg for her attention."

I chuckled, "I'd get on my knees.." I mumbled under my breath. "I'll get her attention"  I replied back to him.

He rolled his eyes and smirked, "Good luck with that!"

I scanned the stage seeing if she went back on. I sighed and walked to the back of the club where there was VIP and a bunch of people in private rooms. I suddenly saw her leaning up against the wall, taking a long sip of her water. She was dressed in a black fishnet lace-up bodysuit. With black stripper platform heels. I was practically drooling at the sight of her.

"Need something?" She spoke in a silvery voice. She gazed me up and down.

"I..uh... not particularly." I scratched the back of my head nervously. "I just saw you on stage and wanted to say that you looked really good."

She nodded and gave me a small smile, "Thank you I appreciate it. You been here before?"

"Yeah I usually come on Sunday, I work the rest of the days."

She began walking away from me and I slowly followed behind her, watching her hips sway back and forth. "What days do you typically dance?"

"The entire week and then on Sunday. Got a change in my schedule now so I'll be working one day on the weekend." She replied grabbing her jacket from one of the girls and zipping it up halfway, where I could still see some cleavage. I looked her up and down, admiring her in front of me. I heard her snap her finger, getting my attention. "Eyes up here buddy." She snapped.

I let out a small chuckle and she walked past me heading to the back door. "Yo!" I called out to her and followed her outside, "You do lap dances?"

She stopped before opening her car door, her eyes became dark. "If you think you're getting a free dance you're not. You gotta pay for that shit. This ain't for free." She snapped,

"I wasn't meanin' any disrespect I was just-"

"Of course, I do private dances. I work at a strip club for fuck sakes! But just because your a 'famous rapper' doesn't mean I'm giving it up to you for free." She got in my face, pushing hard against my chest. "You got it?"

"Y-yes! Yes, I got it." I put my hands up in defense, slowly backing up from her. She nodded,

"Good." She got into her car, slammed the door and started the engine. I watched her as she drove off. I sighed biting my lip softly. I gotta see her again.