He had finish shutting down the windows 98' computer and made his way to the elivator. 5 o'clock couldn't have came any slower then today. He zipped up his leather jacket and stepped into the empty box. Swiping his employee card, and pressing the ground floor. He thought to himself about the girl he'd seen at the strip club last night. He knew better then to adore a woman who got paid to flirt, but he couldn't help it. Those eyes, they felt like his soul was melting inside of him. He had to see her again, even if it costed him the wage he makes in a month.
She had just started her shift. A wine red lace bra, that perfectly lifted what she had. Of course her underwear mached, and her heels were black as coal. She was making her rounds, scanning for her usual costumers. She had thought about the man who came to her last night. He seemed nervous, as most people do. The first thought in her mind was "hes married" but she pushed her conscience away when there wasn't a ring. He had walked in looking like a lost puppy, her favourite. Her daydreaming was cut short when a large man who had more hair on his body then she had on her long, black hair stopped her. "I got 200 specifically for you tonight sugar plum" his Italian accent managed to blurb out. She awkwardly forced a smirk "I'm about to start my shift on the pole, sorry Frank." The exuse she always used on men like him. Though she wasn't schedualed until 7 for the pole, she cofidently turned around only to see the man she was previously dreaming about opening the entrence door. She nervously ran her fingers through her hair, creating a more exotic look. She slowly clicked her heels towards him. "Hes just a client, nothing more." she told herself.
He glanced around the room until he saw the approching godess. Suddenly his mouth became dry, and his palms started to become wet. Wiping them on his jacket, he began to walk towards her. "Hi" she whispered in tone that she knew drived guys crazy. And that, she just did. He opened his mouth but nothing was coming out. She bit her lip and asked if he was here for her. He nodded his head up and down once, trying to keep whatever calmness he had left. "My name here is Candy, but you can call me Megan." She said as she grabbed his hand and gently directed him into the back room, where private shows occured." I, I, I'm Austin." She let out a giggle at his anxious words, and seated him on the leather booth seats. "I saw you yesterday, watching my show on the pole. You looked like this is your first time at a club like this" Megan said as she stratled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yeah, this isn't my scene" he quietly stated.
Without answering, she started moving her waist in circles on his lap, loosing his tie. Once it was undone, she threw it on the ground beside them and ran her fingers through his hair. She gracefully stood up and started her dance. Moving her hands down her body until she reached her knees, and back up again. She wiggled her well-known hips, and hovered over his legs. Her routine went on for fifteen minuntes before she took a seat beside him, keeping her body touching his. "You want more baby" she seductivly whispered into his ear. "Yes" he said back, but the meaning behind him wanting more wasn't sexual.
He looked her in the eyes for a while and finally gathered the courage to say "I want to take you out for dinner sometime" She smiled, oh her smile. Everytime she did, his knees felt weak and his heart dropped. She left the room for a couple seconds, and came back with a piece of hot pink paper with her number on it, and a kiss inprint. "Call me tomorrow, I'm not working" She gave him a kiss on his cheek and made her way out to the pole.
