Chapter 10
Jack
I am only a block from home when I turn to head back to the club. I just have to see if that woman is still in the club. I have to find out if she is Miranda or not. “Please let her still be there.” I utter a silent prayer.
I move to a back seat near the far wall where I can see her but she will probably not notice me. I order a Corona when the cocktail waitress comes by.
“I didn’t expect to see you here again tonight. Was that woman on stage the woman who was your first?” Trixy asked as she sat down at my table. “No, she was the one that I wanted to be my first but life got in the way to prevent it.
“Oh? So you knew Mira at another time?” Trixy asked.
“Yes, she was my stepmother at one time and I had the hots for her,” I answered.
“Is Mira what she calls herself now?” I asked curiously.
“Yes, does she have another name?” Trixy asked.
“Her name is Miranda,” I answered. “Oh, she just shortened it,” Trixy pointed out. “It looks that way,” I agreed.
“Look, I’m on my break now. We could go in the back and do round two…free of charge,” Trixy offered. “Naw, I need to find a way to talk to Mira tonight. We haven’t spoken in 6 years and I really want to reconnect,” I answered.
When I turned my attention back to Miranda again, she is now completely nude except for the black platform fuck me shoes. Men where whistling and throwing money at her while she ran a finger up and down her juicy wet slit.
My mouth fell wide open when I saw that her eyes were staring at me. She had a wide smile on her face as the song ended and she crawled around to pick up the money thrown on the stage for her.
It was a little while longer before Miranda came out and sat in the chair next to me. “I wondered if that was you that I saw coming out the door earlier. A few moments later I ran back outside to flag you down but you were gone already.
“Yeah, I thought that it was you as well. I made it to a block away from my condo before I just had to come back and see if it really was you,” I answered. “So, you call yourself Mira now…I think I like that,” I told her.
“Look, I have one more set to dance and then I can get out of here,” Mirta told me. “Give me an hour and then come to this address. We can talk more in private,” she told me as she wrote down her address. “We could do more than talk if you like,” she added.