The Teasing Game

Choosy Choices

She winked at me quickly, slow enough for me to see it but fast enough for others not to notice. She rotated her hips slowly, biting her lip seductively. I took another sip of my beer and yawned. I glanced at the clock, it was getting pretty late. I looked back at the stage and she was looking at me, a slight frown etched on her pretty face. I guess she saw me yawning. She took that as an offense and brought her A-game.

She slunk across the stage, gliding her cane behind her gracefully. She was still looking at me. She strutted her way to the middle of the stage, hips swinging sexily as her back faced the crowd. Men jeering and making comments about her ass filled the club and she glanced back quickly, eyes locking with mine immediately. She was checking if I was paying attention. I definitely was. Even if it was getting pretty late- or early in the morning, I wasn't going to pass up a good show. Or at least I hope it would be good.

She hooked the curved end of her cane around the pole and thrust out her free hand- as if presenting herself. She shot me a dazzling smile, perfect white teeth framed by a perfect set of crimson lips. She pumped her arms up and down, trying to stimulate cheers from the crowd. They responded immediately, masculine voices reaching my ears quickly. Bills were thrown onto the stage and she blew all of them a kiss.

She was still looking straight at me.

Never did we once break eye contact, and to be honest, it was kind of freaking me out. After she blew kisses to the crowd, she blew one at me. I kept my face straight and simply stared back at her. She didn't seem pleased with my lack of response. She composed herself quickly and began to dance to the beat of the song playing. She walked around the pole slowly, keeping her eyes on me, her cane wrapped loosely on the pole. When the music slowed down, she suddenly dipped down and swung around the pole with her cane. One foot stayed put at the base of the pole, as the other was lifted slightly off the ground as she whipped around the pole. She stopped slowly and sunk down. She unhooked the cane from the pole and our eyes met once again, our eye contact breaking when she did that little stunt. I shrugged my shoulders and took another sip of my beer. She huffed out noticeably and pursed her lips. I rolled my eyes and noticed that my beer bottle was empty.

"Uh, miss? Can I have another one, please?" I called the attention of the French maid bartender.

"Sure... You ain't watching?" She replied, walking over to me. She leaned down to retrieve the cold beer that sat in a refridgerator, her boobs in plain sight. I looked away until she came up and her breasts were no longer in my vision.

"Nah... Thanks by the way." I said, grabbing the beer from her hands and paying her. She frowned.

"Okay, you're a little weird. First, you don't look at my boobs when they're hanging right in front of ya. Most men try to make me stay down just so my boobs could be exposed for a longer time. Second, you say 'please' and 'thank you'. I would be so lucky to even get a 'thanks' 'round 'ere. And third, you're not watching her." She said quietly, observing my face. I shrugged my shoulders, not having anything to say.

I opened my mouth to ask her something when a light was shone on my face. I turned around, confused as to why a light was shining on me. When my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I made out a faint silhouette of a woman coming towards me, and a crowd following her. As the woman came closer, I realized that it was the stripper from the stage. Her eyes were locked on mine as she held a microphone with a red, bejeweled handle in her small hand.

"Look who we have here." She spoke into the microphone, her velvety voice echoing around.

"W-what's happening?" I whispered to the bartender. When she didn't reply, I glanced behind me, and realized she was nowhere to be found. I turned my attention back to the woman and I jumped back a little as she appeared right before my eyes. I took the time to analyze her features.

Long, blonde hair cascaded down her back. The top of her head was still adorned with a top hat- much like a magician's. Her long, mascara-coated eyelashes encircled her dark brown irises, thin black eyeliner swiped across the outline of her big eyes. Her cheekbones were even more defined now that we stood face to face. Her nose (which was quite small) stood in the middle of her face, making her ordinary features come together with a unique touch. Her lips were pressed into a thin curve, as we stood there and took in each other's appearances.

I glanced down at her outfit, eyes raking across her body. She wore a red lace bra, and striped red and black high waisted shorts, which stopped mid-butt. She nodded slightly, as if approving of my looks and her choice.

Then she smiled slyly, her red lips forming a mischievous curve. Faint dimples appeared on both of her cheeks, and she spoke lowly into the microphone, her voice coming out as more of a loud whisper.

"I choose you."