Page 108 of Deeper

“We were just leaving.” He pushes from the table and stands. After taking his jacket, he grabs my hand in his.

We leave quietly. Okay, that’s a lie. We leave with our middle fingers raised high. Our loud voices and profane words are amplified in the stuffy room. Our heavy footsteps disrupt the quiet rumble of soothing music, and customers stare with slackened jaws as the manager follows us out to the front, where the valet has Callen’s truck waiting. We say our final good-bye when we peel out of the parking lot.

“I ruined date night.” Shame is fused in my words.

“You didn’t ruin anything. You saved it. Now is when the real fun begins.”

His truck drives down the road at an accelerated speed.

“Where are we going?”

“Someplace a little more our style.”

The music plays while we drive. I sing along to the words, and Callen shakes his head at me. My dress rides up while I relax in the leather seat, and I can’t help but tease him a little. My hands brush my inner thighs while I spread my legs as far as my legroom in the truck will allow. His eyes drift from the road far too often until he pulls into our destination. The Treasure Breast, or so the neon sign tells me, and by every indication, it’s a strip club.

“You must have mistaken me for some other broad. I’m far too classy for a strip joint.”

“Okay, then we’ll go.” He puts on an act and shifts the truck into reverse.

“You go! I’m going inside!” I speak through a smile.

“Good luck getting in without me.”

“What do you mean?”

“They don’t let women into places like this without a man on her arm.”

“What? That’s sexist!”

“Blame the pissed off girlfriends of men who spend too much time in places like this. Are we going in?”

“Fuck yeah! A titty bar beats French food any day.”

Inside, there are sexy girls everywhere and hordes of men drooling over them. The lights are low but in a totally different way than the restaurant we just left. The music pumps, and glitter shines on every surface. We take a seat off to the side, and my eyes can’t get enough.

This is date night done right for Callen and me.

“Good choice, Mr. Bailer.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

He pulls me into his lap, and my ass presses against his thickening cock.

The music changes, and a voice booms through the area. “Please welcome Vixen to the stage.”

Vixen prances out in nothing but a very tiny black G-string. Her tits are huge and sway with each step she takes. The men around us grow excited, and a few holler things that would make your mother blush. She uses a tremendous amount of upper body strength to climb up the pole. Her legs wrap around it seductively, and her body swings in a circle. The men closest to the stage throw money at her performance.

Vixen crawls around the stage. Her legs go into the air, forming a V, and her long blonde hair fans the floor. She’s confident, and she owns the room.

Callen hands me a fistful of one-dollar bills, and I’m a very happy girl.

Five new girls took the stage in the last twenty minutes. Each girl was different and unique, and each captured my attention for a different reason. Vixen was bold. Scarlett was innocent. Candy was seductive. Kimber was playful. Chrystal was exotic. And Diamond was edgy. I want them all.

“I think I’m in love.”

“With which one?” Callen asks, rubbing his hand up my thigh.

“With them all. With this place.”

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