Chapter Four

Kaden

 

Tonight, is the night of Alex’s bachelor party and while I should be excited to see some ass and tits, the idea of hanging out with these guys while watching some naked women shake their ass on stage does nothing for me. I would much rather be hanging out with Ashley and Tristan. Ever since she took on more hours at Double D’s she rarely has time to hang out, and as much as I love hanging out with Tristan while she’s at work, I miss hanging out with Ashley. Tonight, just happens to be her night off and while she’s at home, I’m stuck going out.

Instead of lounging around her house watching one of her crazy shows, I’m in a limo on my way to Assets, Caleb’s strip club, to party with Alex and the other guys before he gets married in a couple weeks. The bachelor party was originally scheduled for next weekend but when the promotions manager of the UFC said they need him in New York to do a photo shoot for his upcoming fight we all got a text last minute letting us know it’s happening tonight.

After getting dropped off at the front, we walk up to the hostess stand. Caleb greets her and lets her know we are going to be using private room C. She marks something off on her paper and tells us to enjoy ourselves.

Once inside, I can see why this club is ridiculously popular. Looking around, I see the walls are all a matted black with shiny marble flooring. There’s blood red accenting the dark room making it look seductive yet romantic; it’s all tastefully done. The booths and tables are high quality black distressed wood with plush black leather seats throughout. Everything is clean looking. If it wasn’t for the women currently dancing on the stages in the back of the restaurant you wouldn’t even know it’s a strip club.

We walk past the bar, which has mirrored walls behind it going up two floors with black glass covering the bar tops, to the steps leading to the second floor.

“Damn, Caleb. This place looks great!” I tell him. I know he’s been hard at work turning this club around while he couldn’t fight, and it shows.

“Thanks, you know I wasn’t keen on the idea of owning a strip club. It seems like living in Vegas, the term stripper is given a bad name. But once I started working on the one in Colorado, I realized I could make them classy. I had no idea they would blow up to be this big, though. I just sold the one in Colorado for way more than I thought I would be able to get for it.”

“You should be proud of this place.”

“Thanks, man.”

Upstairs, the music is a bit faster unlike downstairs where the music is slower and quieter. There are two girls dancing, one on each side of the stage, and the place is packed with guys sitting at the bar and tables that are surrounding the two circular stages.

We get to the end of the area and there’s a narrow hallway filled with several doors on each side. Each door has a small letter on it.  When we get to the letter C, Caleb opens the door and the club’s red and black theme continues. The room is obviously smaller than the open areas but it doesn’t look any different. It’s just a smaller version of the same setup. We have a seat at the tables surrounding the stage and I can hear the faint sound of music playing in the background.

There are about a dozen of us here celebrating the end of Alex’s bachelorhood. Most of the guys are from the gym, but there’s a couple others I was introduced to but don’t know. A couple of them are his brothers and one is his future brother-in-law. I think there’s also a couple guys he knows from high school.

I sit at the table with Caleb, Bentley, Cooper, and Stephen. We aren’t even sitting down a few seconds when the stage lights turn on and Black Widow by Iggy Azalea comes across the surround sound of the room.

At the same time, a woman wearing a tight red tank top that has Assets written across her tits in black appears handing us menus.

“What can I get you fellas?”  She smiles seductively at me and while it should do something to me, turn me on in some way, it does absolutely nothing. Not too long ago, I would have found this woman attractive and would have been figuring out where I could take her to fuck her. Now, while I am not blind and know a beautiful woman when I see one, the only woman on my mind is Ashley. She is going to be the death of me.

I decide to keep it simple. “I’ll take a Jack and Coke.”

“Sure thing, handsome.”

She moves on to the other guys and I take the opportunity to check my phone. I have a couple new texts from Ashley. They were sent a couple hours ago.

Ashley: Hey can you watch Tristan tonight? I got called into work.

Thirty minutes later.

Ashley: Ok, you must be busy. Tristan is spending the night at Hayley’s. If you want to come over later I should be home around 2.

Me: Alex’s bachelor party got moved to tonight. I will come over when it’s over.

I know she doesn’t keep her phone on her while she’s at work so I stick my phone back in my pocket without waiting for a reply, then look up to see the curtain opening and a woman walking out onto the stage. It’s too dark to see her at first but once she gets to the center of the stage where the pole is located, I can see her clearly.

Caramel colored brown hair pin straight down her back and light eye makeup making her hazel eyes pop are just the beginning. She is wearing a black lacy top that is just not see-through with her perfect sized tits peeking out enough to tease me. My eyes trail down her toned stomach and land on black silky looking shorts. Her legs are long and toned and she is wearing black fuck-me heels.

She walks to the pole but doesn’t stop until she is standing in front of it. Raising her hands above her head she grabs the pole behind her with both hands and drops her body almost to the ground allowing her back and ass to glide down the front of the pole. She is without a doubt fucking stunning.

Lowering herself a little farther to the ground, she bends backwards causing her shorts to stretch, giving the entire room a sneak peak of what’s underneath. The sight of her body on display shakes me out of my frozen state of shock and it hits me. The stunning woman isn’t just any woman; it’s fucking Ashley! What in the actual fuck!

I look around at the guys gauging their reactions. The ones who know Ashley are all sitting in silence unsure of what to do. The ones who don’t know her are making comments about her body and how they would love to have her beneath them. Caleb looks over at me with wide eyes, and it hits me; he isn’t shocked to see Ashley on stage. He is shocked that I’m seeing her on stage.

Without thinking, I get out of my seat, knocking it over in the process, and jump onto the stage. With her back to the tables she doesn’t see me coming but the instant I grab her by her torso and fling her over my shoulder she screams not knowing what is going on. She starts hitting and kicking me, trying to get me to let go of her and put her down but I’m not having it.

“Don’t fucking move!”

“Kaden?” She stops trying to break free when she realizes it’s me carrying her.

“Yeah.”

I am not even sure where I am going at this point but I know I need somewhere quiet to calm down. I find a door open at the end of the hall and walk into it slamming the door behind us. There’s a couch up against the wall and a mini stage in front of it. I drop her onto the couch then back up needing to take a minute to calm down.

“Kaden…”

I turn around and Ashley is no longer sitting on the couch. She is standing up and walking over to me. She places a hand on my arm.

“I don’t want to argue about this.”

“Argue about what? About the fact that you aren’t really a fucking cocktail waitress at Double D’s? About the fact that you are a goddamned stripper!! Or how about we don’t argue about the fact that you would rather take your fucking clothes off for money instead of just letting me help you! What the hell, Ash! How the fuck did I not know that you were stripping at Caleb’s club?”

Her hand goes to her hip and her head tilts to the side slightly; her telltale sign of her defenses going up.

“You didn’t need to know! It’s my business. I needed the job and Caleb gave it to me. It has nothing to do with you.”

“When the fuck did you start working for Caleb anyway? How long have you been lying every time you leave for work while I watch Tristan for you?”