Chapter 1
Joey
But that all changed three years ago when a rich client talked her into becoming a cocktail waitress at a very upscale and expensive gentleman’s club. I have never set foot in that club because I refuse to pay the exorbitant membership fee to get in.
When I question her about her lateness she points out that the early morning is her evening after work. She has drinks with coworkers and sometimes drinks too much and has a sleepover at a coworker’s house.
When I ask her the gender of her sleepover buddies she always comes up women’s names knowing full well I have no idea what her coworker’s names are. I do believe that those names have changed over the years.
Summer’s days off of Tuesday and Wednesday are not a problem for me since I work my own schedule here at home. But even on her days off it feels like she has no time for me lately. With her work and sleep schedule we rarely have sex any more. Maybe 3 or 4 times per month if I am lucky.
On my book signing tours of various cities and states I am routinely approached by women fans who blatantly tell me I can have them if I wish. I must confess that over the past year it has become harder and harder to turn them down with the lack of sex I am experiencing in my marriage.
Today is Tuesday and Summer’s day off. But she did not get home till after lunch time and will sleep her whole first day off away. No word of where she was for 10 hours after she got off of work. Just slipped past me into her room and closed the door.
If you are wondering if I have become suspicious
that she might be cheating on me, you bet your ass I have. The more I think about it, the more I think I need to find some way to find out if that is true.
I am really becoming exasperated by my life. It has become very obvious to me that I would have a much better life if I were single than what I have in this marriage. I am finding fewer reasons why I should stay in this situation.
Today I have an afternoon book signing gig here in Bellevue where my home is. I arrived at noon and set up my table and unpacked my newest book for sales.
The signing took place between 1pm and 5pm.
It was just past 5 and I was about to pack up to go home when a book landed on the table with a thud.
“Could you sign this to my favorite fan Raine?” the woman’s voice asked.
My head popped up when I heard the name.
“RAINE! What are you doing here?” I gasped as I looked my insanely gorgeous blonde sister in law in the eyes.
At 35 years old I am three years older than Raine who is a year younger than her sister Summer. Summer is a sexy woman but cannot hold a candle to her younger sister.
Summer is what I would call nasty sexy. The kind of sexy like hookers have with the nasty way they dress. But Raine is absolutely drop dead gorgeous. I must confide that I have had the hots for her for some time. I often fantasize about her when I watch porn and relieve myself.
“I just wanted to see my favorite sexy stud who mistakenly married my sister,” she purred. “I was
hoping that maybe we could go find an early dinner with each other,” she suggested. My first inclination was to decline the invitation. But then the memory of my constant loneliness and disillusionment come to mind. “Yes, I think that would be great,” I answer before I can talk myself out of it.
My eyes secretly rake up and down Raine’s gorgeous suntanned body as she helps me pack my boxes back into the back of my Escalade SUV. The skin tight hip hugger jeans sit low allowing to see a good portion of her deeply tanned back and those sexy Venus dimples at her waist.
The billowy halter top she has on leaves no doubt that she has no bra holding back her perfect 36DD breasts of real unenhanced flesh that jiggles as she moves around.
Raine’s full wavey and springy blonde hair falls half way down her back. Her brilliant blue eyes look like they can look into my soul. This is not the first time that I have thought to myself that I married the wrong sister.
Raine suggests that I just leave my car in this parking garage and allow her to take us to dinner. I am totally shocked when Raine takes me to the Gentleman’s club that Summer works at. “I had no idea this place had a restaurant,” I said curiously.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about this place,” she told me as we got out of her Infiniti Q60 Sport 400. “I am surprised you have a membership up here on Capitol Hill,” I muttered.
“It was a gift from my publisher when I won the best Advice Column award last year,” she told me. Damn, I completely forgot that she is a writer too. At least that will be something we have in common that we can talk about.
I am amazed when we are seated in the restaurant. Even in here the servers are all women dressed in black boy shorts and white blouses that are just held closed with a knot beneath the breasts exposing deliciously flat tummies.
It never occurred to be what Summer wore to work since she always leaves the house in jeans and some sort of blouse. “I wonder if Summer wears something like this? She works here as a cocktail waitress,” I stated.
“Does she?” Raine asked softly. “I’m sure that cock has something to do with what she does here,” she added. “Wh-what do you mean by that?” I gasp. “Not my story to tell. This is more like a scouting occasion,” she answered cryptically.
Raine and I had a terrific dinner together. It just felt wonderful to be out somewhere with another adult who listens to me and sometimes touches me when she is making a point. This right here feels more intimate than anything I have experienced with Summer in quite some time.
Yes, we discussed our writing and bonded a bit over that, The way she would reach over and touch my hand occasionally was thrilling for me. The way her eyes stayed riveted to mine while we talked gave me shivers. I have never felt this paid attention to in my entire life.
After dinner, Raine took me out to the bar area.
I was astounded to find that there were strippers on a stage with poles to dance around.
“I never knew they had strippers here,” I told Raine.
“Funny that Summer never mentioned that,” Raine said softly.
“How long has she worked here?” she asked.
“Three years I answered. “Wow…all that time and not a word,” Raine stated.
After we found a table a cocktail waitress came over to take out orders. I about swallowed my tongue when I saw the sexy girl dressed in a pink see thru baby doll nightie. I could clearly see her nude body through the flimsy fabric.
“Excuse me miss…do all of the cocktail waitresses wear nighties like yours? I asked the young woman. “No, some of the girls wear bikini bottoms and go topless,” she answered. “Gee, I wonder what Summer wears?” Raine coos softly.
We were about to order a second drink when one of the strippers came over and asked if I’d like a lap dance. “It’s $25 dollars per 3 minute song out here but in the boom-boom room it’s $200 and you get full private service and all the songs it takes,” she tells me. “Naw…I’m good,” I answer.
“Damn…strippers and a Boom-Boom room,” I gasped knowing exactly what a boom-boom room was for. My wife works in a high dollar stripper club. Now I really wonder what Summer wears at work. Does she do favors in the boom-boom room as a cocktail waitress?
“What did you say Summer does here?” Raine asked softly. “Sh-she says that she is a cocktail waitress,” I answered while in my head I am beginning to wonder if that is true. “Is she?” Raine questions. It feels like she may know better but is hesitating to tell me.
“What are her working hours?” Raine asks. “She works Thursday through Monday from 6pm till 2am,” I tell my insanely gorgeous sister in law.
“That’s weird,” Raine states. “Most places like this abhor 40 hour work weeks because that makes them have to provide insurance coverage,” Raine states. “Usually 30 hours is the maximum. I wonder what she is doing with those extra 10 hours each week?” she asks rhetorically.
“Does she have insurance provided by the club? Can you see 40 hour work weeks on her pay statement?” Raine asks.
“I have never seen that. We have separate bank accounts,” I reply sheepishly.
Now I am wondering exactly why she changed banks when she got this job.
“I have no idea what her income is at this time,” I confided.
“I pay all our bills except for her car upkeep and car insurance,” I add.
“So all we know for sure is that she works at this high dollar Gentleman’s Club and she doesn’t get home till after 2am,” Raine states. That makes my stomach turn.
“Well…actually…she gets home quite a bit later than that sometimes,” I tell my sister in law meekly. “Today she didn’t get home till just before noon,” I confided. “Oooooooh Joey…this is unacceptable,” Raine tells me.
During the drive back to my car so I could drive home to Bellevue Raine asked me about the state of my marriage to her sister. I told her everything about how horrible the relationship has been since she got that job three years ago.
“Oh my gawd Joey, you only get pussy 3 or 4 times per month?” Raine gasped. “Do you get any pussy when you are on the road?” she asked. “Not up till now but that may change shortly,” I answered.
As I drive home to my home in Bellevue overlooking Lake Washington I find myself more and more convinced that Summer may be cheating on me. Hell, she may have been cheating on me for the past three years.