I wasn�t alone, there was no way I was going to be allowed to go anywhere alone. It�s getting more and more difficult. And per Steven�s instructions if I wasn�t going to have a bodyguard I had to go places in a group. So, a couple of girls and guys I knew tagged along as I made my necessary trip to D�j� vu. I was appropriately dressed in a tube top and a tiny skirt. It didn�t make sense to be too covered up in a strip joint. Even if it wasn�t one on the side of a truck stop it was still and strip club and they were still taking off their clothes and sliding down poles.
We were led to the front of the club, right beside the stage directly in the middle. From this vantage point there wasn�t one move that would be made that I wouldn�t be able to see.
�I saw some of the pre shots for your Yves Saint Laurent Fall Winter collection. They are damn amazing. You are about to be it Brehan. Your name is on everyone�s lips. All it takes is one person to say you are A list and everyone else takes notice.� I knew that much. The Maxim cover was the first in a calculated magazine blitz. I was wanted and sought after in the fashion world but it was time to take over the pop culture scene. This morning show gig Steven got for me was yet another piece of the puzzle that would catapult me into mainstream celebrity.
I have to give Steven credit. And it�s why I could never say it enough. He is the best manager out there. Magazines, interviews, MTV, VH1, Good Morning America and it was only the beginning. Marti had a list of things that I would be doing for the rest of the year. Unfortunately, there are only five more months in the year because it seems it will take eleven just to get through the things that are already in the works. Of course, everyone knows in this business so many opportunities arose at the spur of the moment.
�Well, when you have the best people along with this body you can�t help but be something extraordinary.� Kimmy laughed at me. Kimmy was sixteen and was still in the minor leagues of the modeling world. She was Amanda�s little sister.
Amanda, who I haven�t seen since I left her at Raoul�s that ill-fated night that I was almost assaulted by the thug rapper and had horrible sex with that dork.
�How is your sister doing?� I watched as she struggled to down her Coco Rum. Sixteen and couldn�t down a little glass of rum. This girl was definitely behind the curve. I was drinking just fine by fourteen and a pro by fifteen.
�She�s fabulous. She told me you guys were partying before you came out here. I was in the city, you guys could have given me a call you know.� That would be assuming I even thought of her. Which I never do. When I saw her I was surprised she was attending the 80s tribute. I mean, not a very smart choice of events PR-wise for someone who was born just in time to make the 80s decade in the first place.
However, she wasn�t there for the concert, in fact, didn�t even know anything about it. She was there with her boyfriend. Her twenty-four year old boyfriend. He was some internet guy, nothing more than a professional playboy. He wasn�t a celebrity but he had just enough money to be in the same circles with some of the young up and comers.
�Sorry little one. We were doing some big girl partying.� There was no telling what her sister did that night and who she did it with; she was completely lit when I left her.
The last dancer was pretty good. She was a blond with shoulder length hair, it looked like she had the help of some extensions. She was somewhat petite although I was probably comparing her to myself and all the women I knew who were no shorter than 5�9�. The music started playing and instantly I was attracted to her. She was introduced to us by the announcer as Tiffany. I�m sure that wasn�t her name. In all the strippers I�ve known less than a hand full used their real name or some version of it. She wore a sexy cowgirl outfit complete with a hat and a lasso. She worked her body and the crowd with command and confidence. I wanted her. I had to have her and I knew I was going to when she got down on all fours and crawled towards me.
Sitting upstairs in the fox den after paying my thirty dollars I was prepared to receive my lap dance from the lovely Tiffany. Yeah, strippers are blue-collar fun girls but I was all about having a really down and dirty good time and that wasn�t going to happen with a blue-blood. As she gyrated in front of me, bending forward so I could appreciate her ample (and paid for) cleavage. I definitely couldn�t hide my admiration for her body.
�So, why did you choose me?� I wasn�t going to play. I wasn�t going to beat around the bush. I had plans for tonight and I was going to put my plan in motion,
�You�re hot.� She leaned in, painfully close. So close I could smell her perfume.
�I�m hot huh?� My hand reached out but she quickly pulled away,
�There�s no touching.� She turned her back to me, bent over and pulled her skirt down. I watched intently as she stepped out of it and kicked it to the side leaving her in a thong from the waist down. She kept her back to me and unbuttoned her bra. Slowly, she turned and prolonged my wait for her breasts. She held the bra between her hands and her breasts and when she let the bra fall she never allowed me to see her as she held her hands over her chest. She walked towards me and stood so close I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
�Do you do private parties?� She started to go down, her legs wide open as she assumed a squatting position. At that moment I horrendously thought of one of my mother�s maternal tips never to bend, always to squat with my legs closed and to the side. I visibly shook my head to clear the thought away,
�Back at my hotel room. You, me and maybe a friend you know.� She supported herself on her knees, legs still apart and I finally saw again what excited me so much when she was on the stage. Her hands slid down her torso and her hands rested on her thighs.
�I have a busy schedule. And I don�t socialize with customers.� That didn�t sound remotely believable to me,
�I�m not a disgusting beer-bellied man darling. No need to throw the old �I�m a professional� line at me.� Tiffany stood up and turned her back to me. She bent over, my mother would be so devastated, and pull down her read thong. When she finished she turned around and placed her hands on the armrests of my chair, leaning into me. Her body was so close,
�Look since you�re so busy I�ll make it worth your while.� She licked her lips,
�And how are you going to do that?� I�m going to offer her what every stripper wants,
�Five hundred bucks and bring a friend.� She laughed at me and I knew my low ball wasn�t going to work. She wasn�t some lowly stripper at some truck stop dive on the highway.
�You expect me two lose sleep over two hundred and fifty bucks? Get real baby.� I nodded and licked my own lips and she shoved her breasts in my face. They were fake but they were so nice they looked real.
�Seven fifty for you and five hundred for your friend.� She positioned her knees on the arms rests and now her naked pussy was so close as she gyrated her hips. My hands ran up the side of her thighs, quickly gripped her hips and then touched her breasts. She got down off the chair and began to put on her show,
�You only paid thirty dollars. That gets you a dance not a feel.� She was feisty and I liked that. I couldn�t wait for later in the evening.
Chapter 118
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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