The Strip - Max

45 / Two Proposals

My Saturday shift started earlier than usual. I was still helping cover business matters while Tyler was away and needed to be on hand when a liquor shipment arrived late in the afternoon. I contemplated the choice between leaving early and staying until close. The club was busy and there was a steady flow of customers climbing the stairs to the private rooms. I had many good reasons to stay until the end of the night.

I finished a few touchups of my makeup and hair after my second performance on the main stage, then headed back into the lounge. I was definitely staying. There were at least three parties in the club and a few groups of fans celebrating some European team's win. My lady bits tingled with the anticipation of joining in on the fun.

"Max, you have a private. Room nine," Gina said when I checked in at the bar.

"Yes!!! Where's the guy?"

"He's up in the room already. He insisted you meet him there."

My head twitched and my face twisted into a questioning gaze. It was odd that a client would be sent up to the room ahead of me. In fact, if it wasn't against the rules, it should be.

"Name?"

"He insisted!" Gina said. "No name. He says he's your favorite regular."

I had done two privates already that evening and both of those guys would have ranked themselves the same. Nobody would ever claim to be my least or even second favorite client. I was going up to room nine, but I was taking the new bouncer with me. If we did continue with the private, it wouldn't be in that room until it was thoroughly combed for hidden cameras. A girl can't be too careful when some random guy is left alone in a room where she would be getting naked and freaky.

"We're going to have a talk about this later. This isn't how it's supposed to work," I said to Gina before turned and scanned the sea of bodies. I heard a meek apology while my eyes zeroed in on my target.

I crossed the lounge and found the massive Teddy Bear bouncer that would escort me up to this less than conventional private. "Malcom, I need you. Come with me upstairs."

"Uhm, Max, I ahhh... married."

"I need security," I responded with a laugh.

"Oh... I'm sorry," he replied with a blush painting his face.

With a wave of his hand his post was covered by one of the other bouncers and we were on our way up the stairs. I explained the situation so he would have an idea of my concern. The hallways outside of the private rooms are already patrolled by security but I wanted Malcom to follow me in. I was concerned and shaking. The wet that I felt coating my body wasn't the usual arousal that sets in when I take a client up those stairs.

"Do you want me to go in first?" Malcom asked as we started down the hallway.

"No, but I want you pretty much buried in my ass when I open that door." The expression on Malcom's face made me giggle. "You know what I mean!"

I knocked on the door after having pushed it open almost halfway. There was no way I was knocking first to give some creepy stalker the upper hand or a chance to hide whatever he was doing. Malcom's hands grabbed my hips, ready to pull me away from danger. Or at least that's what I thought he intended. Instead, he gave me a gentle push as the face of my 'favorite regular' appeared in front of me.

"Dan?" I chirped.

"Enjoy!" Malcom said with a laugh as he stepped away and pulled the door closed.

My head twisted around as the door clicked shut, then turned back towards the man I loved. There was a bottle of wine, and two glasses set out on the small coffee table and my favorite album playing on the sound system. Dan approached and took me by the hands, pulling me into his chest before planting a soft kiss on my lips.