The boys and I rode or bikes down the black streets, our headlights the only light in the overcast night. The entrance of The Ballroom appeared over the horizon with it's bright pink neon lights. It wasn't the best male strip club in town—the drinks were overpriced but the dancers were pretty attractive.
We had just made a lot of money from selling a huge load of weapons and it was time to celebrate and let loose.
“You ready to party, Brendan?” Maverick, our veep, grinned and slapped his big belly.
I ran my fingers through my hair. “First round is on me.”
“I hope you're talking about lap dances because I'm definitely getting a couple tonight.”
“It's going to take a lot more than money to get a guy to dance on that nasty lap of yours.”
Maverick boomed out a jovial laugh and hit me on the back. The large bouncer let us in and we entered through a dark hallway that opened up to a huge room with chairs surrounding the stage. Private booths lined the left wall and a bar sat on the right with some passed out drunks.
The motorcycle club took their seats as a blond stripper with the biggest arms finished his dance. Hammer, the president of the club, went off to the bar to order us drinks. He was an older guy who has been with the club since its founding. Light gray hairs speckled his hair and beard but he was still built like an ox. I'd follow that man into the depths of hell.
The lights dimmed even further and the next dancer was announced. A bright spotlight hit the stage and a god floated through the curtains. His blue eyes pierced me. The blood in my veins froze and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My pants tightened as my cock came to full attention.
Who the fuck was this guy?
Hammer joined us and handed me a pint of beer, foam dripping down the sides of the glass. I nodded and took a sip. The cold brew slid down my throat and warmed me instantly. I drank more as I sat mesmerized, watching this guy parade down the stage.
I cursed myself for not remembering his name. It was Tiger, Eagle—something close to that. The rest of the boys cheered and I sunk further into my seat, taking in all the sights. His feet glided across the stag. He turned around and slowly took off his firefighter jacket. My heart hammered in my chest louder and louder. He faced us and revealed his shiny pecs. A spike of desire hit my crotch.
That was the most perfect body I have ever seen.
My raging hard-on tried to break through my jeans. Before I knew it, the dance was over and my next conquest left the stage.
I had to have him. One smirk from me and he'd be putty in my hands. I never met a man who could resist me.
I asked the nearest employee that I wanted a private lap dance from the guy that was just on stage. My balls were hot coals in my pants and they needed to be emptied.
“Gotta have him, don't ya Brendan?” Maverick chuckled.
I ignored him and followed the employee over to one of the private booths. He told me he'd be out in a minute and shut the curtains. I sat in the comfy seat and my palms were sweating profusely. Why was I so nervous? This was just like any other lap dance, and I'd had thousands of them.
The wait felt like an eternity, but only five minutes had passed. The curtains whipped opened and in walked the adonis from before. He was dressed only in a black thong that didn't leave much to the imagination. Drool escaped the corner of my lips.
He stiffened and stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of me. His eyes widened and went back to normal as he closed the curtain behind him.
“I hoped it was you,” he whispered.
What did he mean by that? “How much for a lap dance?” I asked, pulling out my black leather wallet.
“For you, it's on the house.” He smiled and every part of me burned with hunger.
No guy had made me feel like this before. What was happening to me?
I grabbed his hand and led him over to me. A spark jumped through him and zapped me. It must have been a static shock. He swung his thick leg over and straddled me. His big chest was only inches away from my face. My tongue must had rolled out of my mouth like one of those cartoons as I stared at this specimen.
“What was your name again? I forgot,” I asked.
“It's Falcon,” he replied in a hard but sensual voice. I could listen to that voice all day.
“No what's your real name?”
His hips gyrated as he grinded against me. “It's Shawn.”
My erection grew even bigger. “My name's Brendan,” I choked out.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me. “It's nice to meet you.” He smiled. I'd wage wars for that smile.
Shawn stood up and faced away from me. He ran his hands down his sides, his nice ass swaying side to side to the beats of the music. Shawn planted his butt right on my crotch, rubbing hard against me, holding himself up with his hands on my knees. I was getting so close.
Still facing away from me, he leaned back against me. Shawn's soft hair was pressed against my face and I took in a deep breath of his divine scent.
I put my hands in his and traced them up along his soft skin. “You're so smooth,” I murmured in his ear.
Shawn placed my hands on his chest and I squeezed his chiseled chest—one-hundred percent ripped. How could a guy be this hot? The throbbing desire in my pants was ready to explode.
Fuck! I was too close! I couldn't blow my load in my pants. Not yet...I had to have him first.
I lifted his ass off of me and set Shawn down. “Let's go back to my place,” I whispered.
Shawn stared into my eyes and smiled. “I'm sorry but I don't go home with customers and I definitely don't sleep with them.”
No guy had ever refused me before. The blood was pounding in my pants, reminding me of my desperate need. What was so different about him? He didn't seem like a normal stripper.
I was tempted to ask him to finish the lap dance so he could take me to to end. The pain in my balls was growing. I needed to unload fast. I grabbed a couple hundreds out of my pocket and smushed them in his hand before leaving through the curtains.
I looked around the room for another stripper that would bend over for me or blow me—anything to take away this desire. The other MC members were all getting lap dances from various guys. Maverick needed two guys to fill his entire lap. It was too late to find another guy. I ran to the seedy bathroom to find my release.