Page 37 of Mind Pucked

Dean’s face lights up and he claps. “Finally!”

He takes his cell phone out and calls someone. Quinn flashes him a look like she can’t believe he’s being so over-the-top about this. Dean points his finger at my phone and is mouthing me to text the nanny while his phone rings on speakerphone.

“Hello,” someone answers. I think it’s Oliver.

“Hey, I’m here with Jackson and Quinn. Guess who’s coming out tomorrow?”

“At this point, I might go with Quinn,” Oliver jabs.

“In your dreams,” Quinn says. “I’ve got a date with my reality shows.”

I can’t believe it, but I’ve got my phone out and I’m confirming with Amelia that she can come over tomorrow night to watch Hayden. I haven’t been out in so long. There’s a part of me that hopes she’ll text back and tell me something came up and she can’t make it.

“Jackson, you really coming out with us tomorrow?” Oliver asks.

I barely have time to set my phone down again when I get the vibration of a response. Amelia texted back immediately that she’ll be here, with a smiley face emoji. It’s been arranged, and there’s no getting out of now.

“Looks that way, buddy,” I say. “Now you can all shut up about it.”

“Not likely,” Oliver quips back. “We’re going to get you your groove back.”

I can’t help but laugh a little bit. As terrified as I am, it always feels good to have something to look forward to again after a long time sitting it out.

The next night, I’m in the car with the guys on my way to the club. I managed to hand Hayden off to Amelia by exchanging as few words with her as possible. It was cordial and polite enough, but still tense. I know I need to have a real conversation with her soon.

“I can’t believe you came out,” Oliver says, grabbing my shoulder to loosen me up.

Dean is driving, Vaughn is in the front seat, Oliver is on my right, and Felix is by himself in the third row of Dean’s truck. I know they’re going to go above and beyond tonight, being that I haven’t been out in so long.

I think Oliver and Felix must have already been having some drinks before we came out, because the car has the smell of alcohol to it even though there aren’t any drinks in here with us.

When we pull up to the club, it’s packed. There’s a long line of people waiting to get in, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen so many scantily clad women in a row. I feel like I might need to have a drink just to be able to relax around so many gorgeous women.

I’m shocked as we pour out of the truck and walk up to the line only to be shuttled right on through the doors. Dean shakes the bouncer’s hand and gives him a pat on the back—it seems like they have some sort of arrangement going.

We walk right on through the club and pass the men sitting around the stage, all ogling the woman in pasties and a thong in the center stage. We pass tables where groups of people are sharing some hard liquor and bottles of champagne on ice.

Before I know it we’ve walked the entire distance of the club to a pink curtain separating us from the rest of the place.

“Whoa,” I say. “What is this?”

“It’s an ode to you joining us out here, man,” Dean says.

We’re immediately greeted by a server who takes our drink orders. Dean takes the couple of drinks that are already on the server’s tray and hands one to me. I gladly take a few gulps to loosen up. I haven’t been out like this in a long time, and I don’t know what they have up their sleeves.

We take a seat on the velvet couch that wraps around the room. Flashing lights from the disco ball hanging from the ceiling circle around the darkened room. The music is blaring, and I keep sipping on my drink as I see Oliver get up to talk to someone else who works at the club.

After Oliver takes a seat, the four of us are just sitting listening to the music when four girls walk in. They’re all topless, with the tiniest string thongs covering their front. Tall, short, blonde, brown hair—they’re all extremely attractive.

I’m still taking them all in when they each go their separate ways toward the four of us. The second my girl is near me, I feel my dick reacting in my pants. She has the tightest body with perky tits. I can hardly pull my eyes away from her, but I only manage to look away long enough to notice that Dean is whispering in his stripper’s ear and giving her money, politely asking her to not give him a dance.

I’m relieved he’s being respectful to Quinn, because I’d hate to have to be responsible for knowing something like that and feel guilt or the obligation to tell her. I’m somewhat jealous of him, because I would have done the same thing for Lyla.

The stripper pulls my face back toward her, and her dancing is hypnotizing as she gyrates in front of me. She brings her chest toward my face, and her tits are so supple I could lick them. I immediately flashback to my time with Amelia and how much I loved having her breasts in my mouth.

Even as the stripper takes her finger and places it under my chin, giving me the most intense eye contact as she begins to straddle me, all I can think of is Amelia climbing on top of me and the way it felt when I entered her.

It’s almost too much, and I can’t concentrate on what’s happening in front of me without it creating an uncomfortable ache I can’t do anything about. I want to enjoy this beautiful woman dancing all over me, but it’s too much like the experience I had with Amelia to get my mind off of the very thing I was hoping I could get my mind off of tonight.

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