Chapter Eight
Tristan
We finished our set at the most recent dive bar Mitch had booked for us. He was on cloud nine when he heard I had made it through to the finals of Fresh Voices; little did he know that the first thing I was going to do when I won all that money was fire his ass.
“Hey, you going out tonight?” Les, our bassist asked me as we packed up the equipment.
“I was thinking about heading over to the Gold Mine for a while,” I told him. Besides the fact that it was the only strip joint in the city with women who looked like they were under the age of forty, I had a guy who lived close to there that sold me the best coke I’d ever tasted. I planned on hitting him up on my way to the club.
Les was curling his lip. “I think I’ll hit the Mayan tonight. I feel like dancing, and maybe taking home a real girl.”
“Alright dude, keep it covered, I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Les took off, and Billy drove Brad home to the old lady. I got on my old, ’95 Harley that I’d bought cheap off some tweaker a few years ago and headed out to Santa Monica Blvd. I turned off two blocks before I got to the club and pulled up in front of Marco’s apartment building. I’d already told him I was coming, so he met me out front. It was a quick sale, and as he headed back inside, my phone rang.
“Yeah,” I answered it.
“Hi,” a sweet little female voice said. I had no idea who it was, but maybe it was someone who was looking for a party.
“Hey there,” I said.
She laughed. “You have no idea who this is, do you?”
“No fucking clue,” I said.
She laughed again and said, “It’s Elly.”
“Oh, hey…I was just about to guess that.”
“You’re full of shit,” she said.
“Yeah, that’s true. How are you?”
“I’m good. I thought you might want to hang out sometime.”
I looked at the vial in my hand. I wanted to see her, but tonight I also wanted to get fucked up. I didn’t know for sure, but I had the feeling that wasn’t something Elly would be up for so I said, “Yeah, sounds great. I can’t tonight though; I’m…practicing with the guys. How about you come by my place Sunday night? We’re playing again tomorrow night, but Sunday I’m all free.”
“I can do Sunday,” she said. “Where do you live?”
I gave her the address. When I hung up, I had a twinge of regret that I had to wait two days to see her. I did one spoon of the coke…damn! That was some good shit! I put the pretty, professional girl in the back of my mind and headed on to the Gold Mine.
I parked the bike right up front; it was one of the privileges of riding a bike over a car. I found a table once I got inside. I didn’t like the counters. That was where all the old fat guys in their business suits liked to sit. I wanted to be in the back where I could enjoy my treats and have the opportunity for the kind of lap dance that you aren't going to get sitting at the bar.
I ordered a pitcher of beer from the hot, little waitress. She had reddish brown hair, and when she smiled, she had a deep dimple on each side of her face. She had nice round tits that pressed up hard against the red halter-top she was wearing, and her long, black stockings started just underneath her tight black leather shorts and ended underneath a pair of black come fuck me heels.
“Hey, sweets, what can I get you?” she asked.
Her name tag said, “Jessica,” so I said, “Well, Jessica…I‘d love a pitcher of dark beer, whatever you have on tap, and maybe a handful of that fine ass.”
“The beer will be ten bucks and throw in another ten and you can grab a handful. Just make sure you do it quick and don’t touch anything above the level of the tables or the bouncers will bounce you right out of here on your own pretty, little ass.” I threw a twenty up on her tray and copped a nice feel. My cock was at half-mast and I was sure it wouldn’t be long before I’d need some relief.
The place was pretty slow for a Friday night. I could see a few of the strippers mingling with the mostly middle-aged crowd, and a couple of waitresses lounging around the bar, chatting it up with the dirty, old salesman crowd. There were a lot of those in this place. This was one of the nicer clubs in the city. It was actually capable of holding five-hundred people, although I’d be willing to bet there weren’t even a hundred there that night. It was more expensive for the cover charge than the others were, and the member’s only area scared off a lot of guys who were just in a club like this looking for anonymous pussy. They didn’t really want to have to break a twenty for it, if you know what I mean. I went there instead of going to the cheaper joints because it reminded me of places I used to go back before I was crowned the king of the sleaze bars.
It was decorated nicely, with plush red carpet that didn’t look like people had been crushing cigarettes out on it, and comfortable, plush, deep red chairs and mahogany tables. The walls were black and the lighting was dark like a movie theatre, making the stage the definitive focal point. The stage was well lit and, as the dancers entered under the lights, they tapped their sexy heels down a long flight of black and white marble stairs and then down onto the spacious stage. The girls would perform for three songs each; with each song they’d become progressively more seductive—and progressively more naked.
The first girl that came down the stairs was dressed in a tight little mini-skirt and a skin tight cotton shirt that tied up over her naval. She had on knee socks and had her hair in braids like a schoolgirl. That schoolgirl shit didn’t do anything for me, but a lot of guys like it, I guess. She strutted around in her stiletto’s, only taking off her blouse during the first song, but doing a lot of bumping and grinding. During the second song, the skirt came off and she was in a skimpy blue bra, barely containing her giant, fake tits, and a skimpy thong that contained exactly as much as it should.
The third song said good-bye to her bra and, somehow, a silk sheet appeared on stage and she lay back on it and simulated torrid sex and masturbation. Like I said, I didn’t get into school girls, but once that uniform was shed, it was a pretty hot show.
The next girl was more my style. She had long, dark hair, and she wore a skimpy little business suit. Each piece of clothing she took off revealed a nicely toned and tattooed body, and everything looked real, not plastic or rubber or whatever that shit is they use to plump things up. She had long tan toned legs and medium-sized, firm tits. She lay down during her third song, naked, besides an almost invisible white thong. She spread her legs, pumped her hips and had both her hands between her legs, presumably masturbating herself for all to watch. That was hot, but the hottest part was when she rolled over onto her knees and put her ass up in the air towards the audience as she worked her own pussy. She had a fine looking ass too. It was nicely rounded, and looked like she either worked out, or she just kept it in good shape from all the arching and bending and bumping and grinding for her clients.
When the girls weren’t dancing onstage, they would circle the crowd, looking for lap dances. The ones I’d seen making the rounds in there that night were all pretty hot in their see-through lingerie and high heels, long blonde or brunette hair cascading down around their shoulders. Some of them were petite and some tall; some had little boobs and some gigantic ones. But the one that had my cock twitching in my pants was the brunette in the business suit…go figure.
“Here you go, honey.” The waitress smiled and flashed her dimples as she sat the beer down.
“Thanks, I got anything left on my grab-ass-tab?”
“Not on tab baby, but cash is always welcome.”
“We’ll see how the night goes,” I told her with a grin. “How about you ask that one up there to come see me when she finishes her dance.”
She looked up at the stage and said, “Mm, you have good taste, she’s my favorite too.”
“You’re welcome to join us,” I told her.
She winked at me and said, “Sorry sweetie, you wanna play, you have to pay. Besides, Bianca’s my roommate; I can play with her all I want.” Then she winked at me again and licked her big, full lips before she walked away. Damn! Now my cock was aching.