Chapter 8
LEO
The club was once again filled with beautiful women, and their energy was incredible. Having a crowd like that on show-nights motivated us even more, and we put on our best performances for them, not wanting to let them leave disappointed.
We had danced our first two dances which we always did together, but the third one was mine alone.
The ladies loved me. Especially the older ones. We had women of all ages in the audiences, and though tonight most of them were around thirty to forty, there were a couple of groups that were around Kline’s age.
I would make sure to give them more attention during my performance, and because I was the one to pick one lucky woman to come on stage tonight, I decided to choose one of them.
Sweat rolled down my face and body when I walked on stage as the music started playing. The women cheered, and I winked at one of them. Flirting was a big part of our job, and the women knew that we didn’t mean it on a deeper level.
Sure, they played along, but luckily, we never really had anyone read into it too much. They all knew we were putting on a show. We were acting, pretty much.
I moved to the beat and dropped to my knees, leaning back on one hand to thrust my hips into the air. I was only wearing boxer shorts, and the outline of my cock could be seen through the fabric.
It drove the women crazy, and it was one of my favorite moves to do, but I had more to show them.
They cheered again when I turned around, showing off my backside. I didn’t like to brag, but my ass was amazing. And so were the tattoos I had on my skin. I was covered in them, just like Kline and Bennett. Though, Bennett didn’t have them on his legs, unlike Kline and me. And Watson…well, he used to be a lawyer, and he always said that tattoos would’ve ruined his image. Now, as a stripper, he said he was too old to get tattoos.
The clean aesthetic fit him though, and he was still liked very much by our audiences.
When I turned back around and the song ended, the lights turned so I could see everyone’s faces better. I grinned into the crowd, blowing kisses, and trying to figure out which one of them I wanted to have on stage later.
It was never an easy choice, but when my eyes met hers, I knew it had to be her.
“Motherfucker,” I said under my breath.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My heart was beating hard in my chest, and it wasn’t because of exhaustion.
She came to watch our show.
She came for us.
She took the first step, and by the challenging look in her eyes, she wanted us to take the next one.
I winked and grinned at her, and she gave me a little wave, looking as stunning as ever. I had to urge myself to tear my gaze off her and get off stage. It was Bennett’s turn next, and I would made sure to let him know about her presence before he went out there.
“She’s here,” I said, grabbing a towel from one of the chairs to dry off the sweat. “Lola. She’s here.”
“I thought I saw her, but it was too dark to fully recognize her,” Watson said, sounding pleased.
“Where is she sitting?” Bennett asked, trying to peek around the curtain.
“Far back on the right. In front of the bar,” I told him. “She came to see us, man. We have to take her up on stage for the last dance.”
“Let’s see how she enjoys the next few dances and make a decision then,” Kline said. “You’re up,” he then told Bennett.
“God, those fucking eyes…” I murmured, unable to stop thinking about her. “She’s like a damn siren. So sensual and seductive, and she’s not even trying.”
Watson chuckled. “We get it, you’re fucking pussy-whipped already.”
“Not just me. You guys are too. Don’t even try to hide it.”
They both shook their heads, but the excitement in their eyes showed me how they really felt. They were playing it cool, but once Lola would sit in that chair on stage, they wouldn’t be able to hold back their delight.
BENNETT
Leo said it right.
She was like a damn siren.
Just sitting there in that hot little outfit of hers, with her long, dark hair falling over her shoulders, and those intense eyes watching us all with that seductive gleam made her look like the most sensual woman I had ever seen.
She wasn’t even trying, and she had the four of us on our knees, silently begging for her attention.
It was up to us now to give her what we all wanted. And what she wanted.
We took the stage for our last dance of the night, and while I tried my hardest to focus on the whole crowd, I couldn’t help but look at Lola.
She was watching us with a gleam of admiration in her eyes, and her gaze kept wandering down our bodies, taking in the sweat running down our skin.
She looked like she was trying to keep it cool, as if us dancing half-naked didn’t affect her too much, but she was clearly fascinated.
The beat of the music fastened, and that was my cue to prepare to go down there and pull Lola up on stage.
I jumped off the stage, sliding through the middle of the first couple of tables, and giving the women around me flirtatious looks while they cheered for me.
I finally made it to the back of the bar, and when I turned toward Lola, she looked up at me wide-eyed. She had an idea of what was going to happen, and at first, I thought she would turn me down.
But when I held out my hand to her, she immediately slid hers into mine, letting me pull her up against me.
I placed her hand on my chest and wrapped my arm around her waist to press her body against mine. I looked down into her eyes, almost losing myself in that intense stare.
“Glad you came looking for us.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement and high expectations.
She was ready for this.
For us.
And we damn sure would not disappoint her.
KLINE
She came willingly, and once she was sitting on the chair in the middle of the stage, we started to dance around her, giving her all the attention.
She looked amused, but I could tell that she was overwhelmed. Maybe not even because of us dancing almost naked for her, but because of all the eyes that were on her now.
Most women we brought on stage were unhinged and enjoyed every second of it. Some others got nervous and barely moved.
Lola was a mix of all that, and she was hard to read.
She still sat through it all, letting us give her the show of a lifetime.
We all followed our usual routines. All except Leo.
He decided to get closer, lean into her more, and he said some things to her only she could hear. Normally, we weren’t supposed to speak to the women, but Leo couldn’t hold back.
To be fair, all four of us had the urge to talk to her, but I wanted to talk to her off stage, and not while I gave her a damn lap dance.
I glared at Leo when he got too close again, and he rolled his eyes with a smug grin before turning away from Lola. The last dance was coming to an end, and after doing our last pose, showing off our sweaty bodies one last time, we left the stage.
Leaving Lola alone out there made my stomach twist, but even with the show ending, the show had to go on. We couldn’t make exceptions, not even for the woman we all had an immense crush on.
“Did she make it off stage?” Bennett asked, sounding worried.
“Yeah, one of the guys helped her down,” Watson said, peeking around the curtain.
The guys were our roadies. Well, that wasn’t their official name, but we had no other word to describe them. They were the guys who helped with the stage lighting, the music, and with the show overall. And they also helped us set everything whenever we had a show out of town.
So, I guess, they actually were kind of like our roadies.
“Let’s go shower and get a drink,” I suggested.
After every show, the women stayed and had some more drinks and food, and while we didn’t stay every time, we occasionally joined them and talked a little before heading back home.
I was too tired after most shows, but I’d make an exception tonight. I wanted to make sure Lola was okay, and that she truly enjoyed the show.
I just hoped that we wouldn’t make fools out of ourselves, hoping to be the first to talk to her.
“Remember, boys, we’re not high schoolers anymore,” I said, warning them not to make a scene because of her.
WATSON
I took my time taking a shower and getting dressed, and when I headed out to the bar, I had my hopes up high to get another good look at Lola. She looked beautiful sitting on that chair, letting us dance for her.
I felt something between us, and I wanted to find out exactly what it was. She fascinated me. Intrigued me in a way no woman ever had, and I simply wanted to know if that was all her, or also the fact that I wasn’t the only one interested in her.
There had been times before where one of the other guys and I had the same crush on a woman, but once I found out about it, I lost interest because I didn’t want to fight for a woman’s attention. This time, with Lola, it felt different.
It felt worth fighting for her. Or even sharing her if that’s what she was into.
My excitement grew the closer I got to the bar, but it faded when I didn’t see her sit at the table she had spent the evening at. Her friend wasn’t there either, and I looked around the room to see if they had simply gotten up and moved.
“Looking for someone specific?” Elia, our bartender, asked.
I looked at him and nodded. “Yeah, the two girls who sat right here during the show.”
“They left.”
I frowned. “When?”
“Right after Lola got off stage. She looked horrified.”
I didn’t like Elia’s annoyed tone, but what I disliked even more was the fact that he knew her name. “You know her?”
He shrugged. “Met her today.”
I clenched my jaw, scanning the club carefully to make sure he wasn’t lying. He had no reason to lie though. I looked at him again.
“ Horrified ? Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Pretty much. She was all confident when she walked in here earlier. She was like nothing I’d ever seen before. But the second she got off stage, she bolted.”
“Motherfucker,” I muttered. Without saying another word, I walked right back to our backstage are.
Leo walked out of the change room, looking like he was on a mission, but I stopped him from walking any further. “She left.”
“What? No…”
“Yeah, Elia just told me. He said she looked horrified after she got off stage.”
Kline appeared behind Leo, and his face wasn’t happy one bit. “We overwhelmed her.”
Bennett joined us in the narrow hallway, and we all looked at each other, knowing we had messed up. We were way too excited to have her in the audience, and we went and messed it all up for her.
“We need to fix this,” I said, looking at Kline since he was our leader.
He was tense. He nodded. “And we will.”