Short Stories and One Shots

I'm In Love With A Stripper (1)

I walked in the loud room hearing shouts and music with male strippers dancing on the middle of the stage. The only reason I even came here is because my friends insisted and said I should relax and have some fun. I don't know why this would be fun. I prefer to be sitting in my nice living room in my sweats, reading glasses, and a sloppy bun, reading my favorite book and hearing music in the background from my iPod.

I guess I didn't have my way. My friends say I need a man but I say I don't. It's not that I can't get one it's just that I'm shy and I think the majority of the male gender is a douche and a pervert. Can you really blame me? I mean how many girls have dated guys like those. I want a mature, smart, loyal, and cute guy.

I have coppery-red hair, lustrous teal colored eyes, round cheeks but not too round, and I'm petite. My friends say I'm beautiful and I should use the advantages I have. I think they are on some drug or happy pills but that's just my opinion.

"Melanie, cheer up. It's not like we're at a funeral", said Chelsea, one of my best friends.

"We might as well go to one", I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that", said my other friend, Vicky.

Ugh. This is just great. This is just what I need, men dancing oiled up while stripping for my money. Notice the sarcasm. They took me to a table very near to the stage. I am really embarrassed to be here. For half an hour they watched men strip but I just looked down bored. My friends were having fun.

I wanted to go outside and embrace the night instead of being here. They were completely embarrassing to be with. Every time a guy would go on they tried to cheer the loudest and I could have sworn they were. Suddenly the place had disco lights and the announcer was starting to say something.

"Ladies here comes the most handsome of all men. The stud. The lady killer... Star Eyes", he said in a booming voice.

I was curious to see why so much commotion for a guy. I was even surprised that my friends seemed to be quiet as the music was playing. As I looked up what I saw surprised me to the most. That was no exaggeration. He really was the most handsome man I've ever seen. He wasn't even oiled up. He didn't need to be. He had washboard abs.

A six pack and he was tall and muscular but not buff. His hair was the silkiest black-blue hair I've ever seen and his face was incredibly gorgeous. He had the face structure of an angel. His lips were full and a pale pink. Though his eyes were the best. I understood why they called him Star Eyes. They were such an intense ocean blue that it seemed to have a swirl of colors and had a sparkle in them.

I couldn't stop staring. Why would such a beautiful creature work in this place? He deserved the finest food, clothes, and shelter. He should be a king. I sound so love struck but it doesn't matter. This god dancing in front of me was all I could think about. I felt suffocated. I needed to go outside. Before I completely left to the lounge in front I glanced back and met his stare. He was staring straight at me. I was caught, hypnotized. He smiled at me. I could have fainted. I held eye contact for a bit longer then looked away and blushed. I'm pretty sure he saw me blush. I didn't care.

Not now. I need to get out. My friends didn't even notice me go to the lounge. They were too busy staring at the god. I didn't blame them. Why? Why did he stare at me like that? Why did he smile at me? I took in a deep breath. I needed to calm down. I sat on a couch. It was plush and a blood red color. A few minutes passed and I saw my friends come for me.

"Melanie, where were you?" Chelsea said.

"Here", I replied.

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter now. We got you a private dance with Star Eyes. What a god", Vicky said sounding excited.