Shi no seppun.

Close Encounters, Pt. 2

[April 12th, 1999. Continued.]

Joshua smirked and took a long swig of his iced whiskey, burning his throat as it slipped down. Looking around the room, he felt dirty and out of place. The chandeliers seemed too gauche and only half of the bulbs worked, but perhaps it was meant that way. To his right, a large-breasted woman stood polishing a few glasses behind the bar, to his left Samuel, beer in hand, murmuring vulgar and uncouth nothings into the ear of a ladyfriend he’d obviously bought for the evening, who simpered accordingly. Directly in front of him, a very scantily-clad female danced around a pole, cheered on by the jeers of the uncivilised. Josh found himself in a new level of hell. The dimly-lit room felt too tasteless, and he felt nothing but sleazy, this was not his idea of a drinking establishment.

How had he let Samuel drag him to what was obviously a gentleman’s club?

“Lighten up.” Samuel leaned over and hissed in Josh’s ear. Josh sipped his whiskey again as he felt Samuel press a bunch of notes into his other hand. “Come on, enjoy yourself” Samuel motioned for the attention of a younger girl who had just entered the room, and she came wandering over, wiggling her hips seductively. He whispered something in her ear and grabbed back the notes he had just handed to Josh, sticking them inside her waistband as she smirked, taking Josh by the hand and leading him to a sectioned-off room. Josh tried to resist at first but didn’t want to hurt her feelings, and so he followed her lead, shooting a look of pure evil over his shoulder at Samuel, who laughed it off and went back to whispering to his ladyfriend, who had started to grind on his lap. Josh sighed, almost sickened inside. The security guards looked him over once and muttered something to the girl, who giggled and whispered back. Josh’s highly trained ears picked up on the words “off the books” and his heart sank.

Once inside the room, Josh was led to a large double bed. The girl ordered him to sit on the end of the bed with his knees apart, and he obliged, his heart racing, his every moral telling him not to do this, any of it. The girl dimmed the lights and introduced herself as Cherry, and Josh inwardly cringed, the stripper name obvious and vulgar to him. Cherry stood between his knees in a loose white shirt and bright turquoise lacy underwear with matching stockings. She picked up a remote from the bed and pressed a button to a hidden CD player somewhere behind her. As the soft, slow melody filled the room, Cherry started to dance, wiggling her hips in front of him as Josh found himself eye-to-nipple, which was prominent through the delicate fabric of her shirt. Pushing all thoughts of the mysterious woman at the Greenwood estate to the back of his mind, Josh decided that as he was here, he might as well enjoy it. Cherry inched her chest closer to his face, and as Josh fought with the idea of reaching out to touch her, she made the decision for him by turning, grabbing his hands and placing them directly onto her full, round breasts as she gyrated to the music, leaning forward to give him an excellent view of her bottom. She released his hands as she leaned forward, still rotating her hips; she leant back onto her hands, resting them on his muscular thighs as she imitated the motion of reverse cowgirl, rubbing her bottom across his groin suggestively. Josh’s length grew in his pants as his trousers began to feel crowded.

Cherry stopped dancing, turning to kiss him fully on the mouth. Josh’s hands explored her shapely curves with soft touches as she swept her tongue into his mouth, turning the heat from the kiss and the lap dance up a notch. Before he even fully understood how and what was happening, Josh was naked, flat on his back on the bed, with Cherry settled happily between his thighs. She looked up at him and licked her lips seductively as she eyed his impressive length, an expression of awe on her face. Josh smirked. He knew he was above average; thanks to countless nights with Samuel, too much alcohol, and far too many drinking games resulting in "comparison" with his friends. Cherry grinned, extending her tongue to lick his tip; she changed her mind at the last minute and planted a lush, open-mouthed kiss on his head. Josh hissed through his teeth as pleasure spiked through his veins, and he plunged his hands into her long, platinum blonde hair. She opened her mouth wide, sucking him inside as she attempted to swirl her tongue around him. Josh bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, dipping his head back and closed his eyes; ready to enjoy all Cherry was willing to give him.