Overtime: A NFL Romance

1: The Strip Club

It's dark in here. There are few lights in this room. One comes from a small candle lit on the table, the others from the bar, and some led's illuminating the stage.

I was uncomfortable in this skimpy dress my best friend made me wear, but it was her birthday, and I'd do anything to make her smile. We all sit at one table near the stage, waiting for the show to begin. I'm hoping there's a malfunction somewhere, and they can't start the show for some reason.

We were the only females in the crowd, besides one woman with a man. I'm not surprised, to say the least. What women want to come to a strip club for fun besides my best friend?

"Julia, loosen up. Have some fun!" My best friend, Amber, yells over the loud music. She nudges my drink towards me, and I pick it up, taking a long sip of my Long Island iced tea.

Being in a man's sanctuary is not pleasing to me. Why couldn't she just have gone to the bar like a normal person?

Music begins to thump in my ears, and a red-haired woman in a see-through bra and panties walks out onto the stage. She should have come out nude. We can see everything anyway.

I take another long sip, deciding I need some shots to get through this night. I see the waitress walking around, and I motion for her to come over. She leans down, and I yell in her ear over the loud music, "Can we get six lemon drop shots?" She nods, walking off to the bar. The six shots aren't just for me; I'm sharing, I think.

The redhead grabs the pole, sliding down into a squat with her back arched. The men crowded around the edge of the stage, wanting to get as close as they could. They throw her money as she walks around the pole, beginning to swing herself onto it.

"God, that's hot!" Amber moans, watching Red hook her leg onto the pole. I closed my eyes when I could see her vagina in her see-through panties as she spun around. I needed more to drink.

The girl brings herself to the floor on her stomach and thrusts the floor as she seduces us. My eyes widened as she made eye contact with me. I immediately look away, flustered at the scene.

The waitress brings the shots to the table, and I immediately choke two of them down, letting the vodka burn my throat. I leave the other four on the table for anyone to grab, desperately wanting to take another one.

When I look back at the stage, the girl is sliding her crotch up and down the pole. I'm too uncomfortable with this. How is Amber so into this? I peek around the room and see everyone's eyeballs glued to the redhead as she swings on the pole like a flag.

I turn to my friend, Emma, who sits beside me. She stared at the table, swirling the straw in her drink. I push a shot toward her, and she looks at me, pursing her lips. "What the hell?" She mouths to me. I laugh, grab another shot, toast with her, then slam it down my throat.

I can feel my body becoming sluggish after the three shots. "Is there anything else to do here?" I shout in her ear.

She looks around, "I think standing in the parking lot would be more entertaining."

I didn't hate strippers. I didn't hate the strip club. This makes me realize I am not into women, like not at all.

I drink the rest of my Long Island iced tea and stand up from the table. "I'm going to the bar." There. A way to escape from watching men ogle over women half their age.

Emma stands up with me, rushing me out of my seat. We ran to the bar as quickly as we could before Amber realized we had left. She still has Riley, who seemed very interested in pole dancing.

"I can't tell if this is worse than last year or not," Emma says, taking a seat on one of the barstools. I stretch my dress down before sitting. I hate how short it was. It was damn sexy, which is why I bought it, but I had never worn it, and now I know why. My breasts were on full display, the material clung to my body, showing off every curve I had to offer, and it cut off right below my ass. The more I pull it down, the more my boobs are out. I can't decide which one to protect.