Ricardo Rocko Sanders #3
Most people were outside at the performance. So, I was glad that there weren’t too many people in the small space. We went inside, bought a section, and got some ones.
As soon as we sat down, the woman dressed as the Pink Panther came over to us and started dancing on Speedy.
We let the money rain on her, and for the first time tonight I felt like I could finally loosen up and enjoy the moment.
I was on my second cup, and I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when I saw a woman walk past me and wink.
I blinked, but it wasn’t the alcohol; it was the woman from the museum—the doll.
I slid off the back of the couch and went in that direction. She walked through the crowd of people like she had somewhere to be, but I pulled her hand. She turned around with an attitude before her expression softened when she realized it was me.
“You in a rush?” I asked, leaning in to speak over the music.
“I have business to handle,” she said, biting her lip nervously.
“Come see me when you’re done.”
She nodded. Then I let go of her hand, and we parted ways.
I was sitting in the section for a while. Maybe thirty minutes had passed. We got another set of ones; the floor of the section we were in was flooded, and some of our teammates joined us.
The stripper who was painted like a police officer was sitting in my lap, dancing when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
The doll leaned into my ear and said, “I found you.”
“Shit, I wasn’t trying to make you look,” I admitted, giving her my undivided attention.
“Can I steal you for a moment?” she asked.
I nodded and then tapped the waist of the dancer in my lap so I could get up.
I gave her the rest of the money I was holding, and then the doll and I made our way through the crowd.
She pulled me toward the very back, into an empty part of the club and pressed a button that made the lights turn green.
“What’s your name?” she asked me as she leaned against the wall. From where we were, it was easier to hear each other without screaming.
“Rocko.”
“Leah.” She said, placing her hand in mine, then holding it a little longer than normal.
“I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your dance.” She laughed.
“Nah, I was waiting for you to come back.”
She smiled, rolled her eyes, and then they fell to the floor. I touched her chin and brought her eyes to mine.
“It was just something about the look that you gave me in the museum…. That one.” She said.
“You don’t think I have a reason to? You’re pretty as fuck.” I admitted.
She smiled, then she took my hand from her chin but held it.
“The curtain closed on you before I could dance for you. Can I dance for you now?” she asked.
“Yeah.” I agreed. Something about the raspy tone of her voice made me want to do whatever she asked.
She smiled just as Remember You by Wiz Khalifa and The Weeknd came on.
The song flowed over the speakers, and I couldn’t agree more with the first two lines.
She flipped her hair in front of her, then turned with her back to me and started dancing on me.
Her body moved like she woke up and practiced this shit in the mirror.
It was like water; the way she ground on my dick made it brick up instantly.
It was Halloween night, and while I might not believe in magic, I was sure that she was putting a fucking spell on me.
I wasn’t a creep ass nigga. I could see a beautiful woman and not be physically turned on by her.
Ms. Officer had been in my lap for the last thirty minutes, Pink Panther was just naked on a handstand in front of us, and there was no reaction.
But here Leah was fully clothed and covered in blood, and she had me feeling like I was about to bust in my pants.
I took a step back and repositioned my dick.
I didn’t want to offend her. But as soon as I thought it, she turned around and gave me a look that told me otherwise.
She closed the space between us again, grabbing the back of my head as she continued to dance on me, then placed my free hand on her waist. Being that close to her, I could see that she smelled just as good as she looked. Her perfume was sweet, like vanilla.
Then she turned toward me with her hand still resting on the back of my neck.
“Let me call you later,” I said, keeping my hand on her waist.
She leaned in and bit my earlobe gently.
“Hmmm, take my number. Hopefully next time you see me, I won’t be covered in blood.” She waited for me to take out my phone.
I opened it and handed it to her, and she called herself from my phone.
The music faded to the next song, and we parted ways before I went back to the section.
“Who was that?” Speedy asked, just like I knew he would.
“One of the girls from the museum.”
“I ain’t see her. She bad as fuck.” He noted.
I gave him a knowing look, then picked up the stack of ones I had left on the couch and let them rain down on the ladies in the section. Earlier, I wondered if tonight would be worth the distraction. Leah just confirmed that it was.