Page 2 of Lustful Nights

Pulling out the stool in front of my mirror, I plop myself down onto the chair. I grab one of the wipes I have sitting on the counter and start wiping the makeup off my face. While I don’t wear a lot of cosmetics, I wear enough to highlight my facial features. I also have glitter that I spread all over my body, but that’s typically harder to get off, so it’ll have to wait until I get home to shower.

Declan walks into the dressing room a couple of minutes later, taking the seat next to mine. “Fuck, it’s a good night.”

“I invited Preston to go out with us to eat. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Hell no. You know I don’t mind. I love Preston. Hate his boyfriend but love him.”

Same Declan, same.

“He seemed a little down, so I figured he could use a pick-me-up. Did you find any guys tonight?” I ask, knowing that my best friend is always on the prowl. Declan isn’t a relationship person at all. He loves to hook up and even though he tries to stay away from the customers, sometimes I’ll see them sneaking out of our apartment the next morning.

Hooking up with someone random doesn’t appeal to me. It’s also probably because I’m a virgin and I don’t want to just give that away. Trust me, I want to have penetrative sex, but I just haven’t met someone that I wanted to do it with. However, I’m twenty-six now, so I keep hoping that will change soon. I didn’t mean to last this long in life without having anal sex, but I’ve had so many other things to worry about that it’s just fallen down the list of things I’ve cared about.

I’ve had a few boyfriends here and there who always started out fine with it. Especially since we’ve done other things. But after being with me for a while and realizing things weren’tchanging, they left. I don’t even know what kept me from having sex with them. There must have been something deep down that knew they weren’t right for me.

Declan pushes at my shoulder, which jolts me from daydreaming.

“Hmm?” I ask, turning my head to face him.

“I was asking if you figured out what song you want to dance to tomorrow?”

“Fuck, no. But I need to pick something good. There’s an opportunity for good tips.”

Someone rented out the entire club for their bachelor party tomorrow, and often, when that happens, the dancers can earn huge tips. We’ve learned you usually get more money than normal if you do a dance that people haven’t seen before.

“I want to go get a new outfit before our shift if you wanna come,” Declan says, pulling at the lace of his corset.

“Of course I want to.”

We pack up our spaces side by side as we wait for Preston. Once he’s cleaned up the bar, he meets us by the back door. We walk down the street to the nearest 24-hour diner, sliding into a booth in the back. Sally, the server, takes our order before bouncing away to the back.

“I’m always so wired after a night of dancing,” I confess, fidgeting around in the seat. “I love coming here and eating my weight in waffles and bacon and then going home and crashing.”

“I enjoy fucking out my energy after a night of dancing. But I guess waffles and bacon aren’t so bad,” Declan replies, gently shoving Preston when he chokes on his water. “Sorry, man, I didn’t mean to make you choke.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ve never talked about that in public before, so it threw me off.”

Preston’s cheeks pink up just like earlier, and I reach across the table to pat his hand. “Ignore Declan. He’s always horny after work. Don’t encourage him, or he’ll talk about it forever.”

“Fuck, I honestly could talk about sex all the time. There’s nothing quite like being fucked so good you forget your own name.”

Sally sputters as she drops off our plates and scurries away.

“Hell, Declan. You could at least whisper it,” I scold, shaking my head at his antics. Declan is unapologetically himself, which is one reason he’s my best friend.

“Sally knows us by now. My words shouldn’t shock her anymore.” He shrugs his shoulders, taking a bite of his food.

“Changing the subject off sex…tomorrow night, or I guess tonight now, should be a pretty fun night,” I say to them both, popping a piece of bacon into my mouth. I moan loudly when the salty flavor hits my tongue. Damn, I love food.

“What’s happening tomorrow night?” Preston asks.

I eye his plate while he drags food around it, but doesn’t really eat. “Someone rented out the whole club. Usually, that means we all get paid pretty well. Especially you, since you’ll be supplying the drinks.”

“It’s tips galore, Preston. Normally, those parties are some big hotshot trying to show off, so they tend to overspend on both alcohol and dances. It’s a gentleman’s club dream,” Declan gushes, his eyes getting wide. “I still remember my first one where I made more in one night than I had the rest of that week.”

“Wow, really? I wouldn’t mind making some extra money. I had no idea the parties were so lucrative. Plus, they have to be pretty rich to rent out the whole club.” Preston’s eyes widen at the thought of the money he could make, and I laugh.

“I’m telling you both, tomorrow is going to be such a great night,” I say to them, brimming with excitement. Finding an outfit and picking out a song are my priorities before then.

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