First of all, she was stunning. If I were to draw a fantasy perfect girl, one that would personify sex, the drawing would be of her. The perfection started at her toes with her nails painted ruby red. Her sensual calves went up to thighs that reached all the way up to her perfect derrière. There was a family of reality stars that would have killed to have a butt like hers.
Her hips narrowed to a tiny waist that sat under the world’s most perfect tatas. I’m talking about those just-the-right-size C-cup breasts that sat high and firm on her chest—the perfect size for a stripper’s body.
What really set her apart, though, was her face. My first thought was that she had to be a direct descendant of Helen of Troy, who was said to be the most beautiful woman in the world. Helen had indirectly caused the ancient Trojan War.
She looked down as though searching all the faces below, trying to find her prince, for she had to be royalty. You caught a glimmer of her disappointment at not seeing him tonight, and then she smiled. All thought left my mind.
If I had lived back in the time of Helen of Troy, I would have marched right up, jumped onto that stage, and claimed her as mine. If anyone challenged me, they would have died on the spot.
“Oh, shit,” Cassidy mumbled, and when I looked at her, she said, “You’re going to do your voodoo, aren’t you?”
“Good luck with that. I’ve been trying to get Mercedes to go out with me for months,” Hayden said.
My entourage all chuckled.
“Just sit back and watch the show. You might learn something,” Tim told Hayden.
I looked back up, and Mercedes was performing acrobatics on the swing. That meant she was in good physical shape, a big plus for what the sexual beast inside of me wanted to do with her. She finally landed and lost the wings and most of her clothes.
Mercedes was down to a thong and sheer bra that hid nothing. She next began to do pole work that was of the same caliber as you would see at Cirque du Soleil. Mercedes was a true artist.
Mr. Happy took control of the body when she backed up to the pole and pushed so her butt cheeks spread. I sucked in my breath when, with straight legs, Mercedes folded in half and wiggled her bottom suggestively. I had a pole that would love to take its place. At that point, I got up and left the VIP room.
Both Manaia and Cassidy hurried behind me when I walked to the stage. Mercedes faltered for a moment in her dance when she saw me looking up at her. She danced over to the side of the stage, reached down, and took my hand. I took that as an invitation to jump up and join her.
Then I saw the first flash as someone took a picture.
Frick!
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When the crowd began taking pictures, the owner had a meltdown. It was clearly posted that no photographs were to be taken of the talent. I was impressed when she made everyone delete the pics. It might have been the menacing bodyguards, or maybe the threat of lifetime bans. I hated to tell her, but that didn’t mean they were really gone.
I sent everyone but Manaia out of the club first so that Hayden could get clear with my teammates. If I was seen leaving the strip club alone, the brunt of the coaches’ displeasure would be directed at me.
We waited thirty minutes before we headed to the door. The owner stopped me on our way out.
“Still won’t take that picture?” she asked.
“I will, but I suggest you reconsider your request. If those pictures get out showing I’m in a strip club, it’s asking for trouble because I’m underage. You know it, I know it, but what’s more important is that everyone else in the world will know it or can easily find it out. I don’t want to cause you that kind of headache.”
She’d dealt with this before, this being a college town.
“Well, no matter how old you really are, you act a lot more mature. How ’bout I just take one for myself,” she said.
“No problem, but you also better check the video your cocktail waitress took. I don’t think you’ll be able to tell where we’re at from looking at it. But it’d be a good idea for you to make sure,” I said with a smile to soften the tone.
She looked at me and nodded her head.
Mercedes came walking up in street clothes.
“You taking off?” the owner asked her.
“Yeah, I have to get to bed. There’s church in the morning, and I have a paper to write.”
I nodded at the owner and walked out. Manaia wanted to get to the car.
“Hold up.”
Mercedes came out and smiled at me.
“Want to go to a party with me?” I asked.
“I’m assuming you’re going to Hayden’s …”
“That would be the place,” I admitted.
“He lives in my building. Why don’t I meet you there?”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Manaia looked happy when we got to the car.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Cassidy owes me twenty bucks.”
“Good luck getting that out of her,” I said to warn him.
He didn’t seem concerned.
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Hayden’s place was a zoo, with wall-to-wall people. Manaia once again proved handy for punching a hole in a crowd. I got behind him as he pushed his way to the kitchen.
