Sitting tediously at his desk with his final essay to grade, which he always saved Victoria's for last since it would help him buzz through the rest, he sighed in relief. Friday night had arrived and Beau had been waiting for a pack of his friend's from Portland to arrive. He hadn't seen them since high school, all of whom had decided to move to the hipster local of Oregon instead of residing in Canada. His main friend, Weston, was getting married shortly and it seemed he was bringing his bachelor party to Vancouver.
Beau wasn't exactly fond of the bachelor scene, he knew it would involve being in places he considered trashy, drinking at bars that didn't serve the intellectual spirit that he was. Still, he knew he needed to get over his posh attitude for the weekend and enjoy time with people that knew him when he himself wasn't this picky.
He read over Victoria's essay with the idea that she was standing before him, reading it aloud herself. He looked up and saw her in his mind before him, standing in the nude. He quickly shamed himself for such vile thoughts while doing something as mundane as grading, but fuck did she make his life easier or what? He felt himself growing stiff for every word she wrote that inspired him. She had to be a ghost. No way could this woman be so gorgeous, so sensual, and so well written. She was the perfect woman, truly. He'd found not one thing he disapproved of.
Suddenly her image was shattered when the door flung open and Beau's high school buddies came trampling in over where her luscious body stood.
"Beau!" they all shouted, the flock of four men in business suits circled his desk.
"Look at you college professor!" Weston said, coming around to give Beau a hug. He stood up despite knowing he was a bit stiff to hug him back.
"Whoa are you that happy to see me?" Weston laughed and backed away.
"Sorry, just thinking of a particular student of mine," he blushed, setting her paper down. The men all laughed at him, all of whom he shook hands with for their state of reunion.
"How's life teaching young women? You clearly want one of them."
"She's my girlfriend actually."
"No way, you date one of your students?!"
"Trust me, it was really hard to get over that hurdle. But dear God, when you see her, you'll understand why. She's brilliant to say the least."
"Well, enough school chat, let's get the fuck out of here. We've got lots of plans for this evening."
"Where are we going?"
"Bar hopping first, then off to a strip club."
"Ah guys, I really don't think my girlfriend would be too happy about that."
"Relax Beau, she doesn't need to know. Just tell her you were out with your friends and they wouldn't let you leave."
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The night ran long and tiresome for Beau, since he wasn't used to this party lifestyle. Already they'd hit up 4 bars and drank more than they needed to. It was cresting 10pm and now they'd arrived at Sapphire Reserve, a strip club he'd heard about but never been to before. Apparently they were known for having the hottest women in Vancouver. But not to Beau, no. None of them were as gorgeous as his woman.
Just stepping into the place made his skin crawl. The dark lights, the colorful stage, the idea that men here lusted after women that they would never ever have. Who would want to live in such a world? This panderous atmosphere was clearly not to his liking.
"Try to have a good time man, your girl might be beautiful but it doesn't mean these chicks aren't hot too," Weston spoke up, putting a comforting arm on his shoulder.
"I know, I just feel a little guilty is all."
Not only did he feel guilt, but he knew he'd be ashamed if any of the other professors knew he was here, also. This was simply beyond his standards, but he didn't want to crash his friend's plans.
The pack took a seat at a plush sofa in the centre, a circular area where women could walk in and out, straddling a man and being able to showcase her moves to all of his friends.
"Aw man, look at these chicks," Ryan threw himself down and found a perfect view of the stage. Beau finally looked over and saw a dimly lit stage with multiple women dancing around. Blondes, a red head, and many brunettes. They were completely nude and Beau did have to admit, they were quite attractive. But they weren't Victoria. There was one woman who did catch his eye. Something about her drew him in so intently that he didn't even notice the other girls. She was gorgeous, he thought. She had black hair, tan skin, and a body to die for.
Almost an hour had gone by and Beau hadn't relaxed in the slightest. He was still overcome with guilt, sipping a cocktail to try and ignore the fact of where he was. His guilt stemmed from the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of the woman dancing on the stage. He'd never felt so drawn to someone to before. There were so many women and yet she was the only one he had eyes for. He felt himself getting hard just looking at her, even though he'd only seen her from the side.
"You need a lap dance, I'm buying you a lap dance," Charlie yelled to Beau over his own dance.
"No man," Beau pleaded, shaking his head, still mesmerized with the woman on stage. She really had something that made his head not peel away from her direction. He couldn't stop watching her.
"Come on man, do it for Weston. Get that brunette girl he's been staring at to give him a lap dance," he spoke to his own stripper currently straddling him. She took the bill out of his hand and walked off to retrieve the woman Beau had fancied.
Beau saw the woman coming off the stage, making him turn away instantly. He became shy, his face burning in shame. The idea of another woman nude standing before him, attempting to seduce him made him sick to his stomach.
Victoria. Victoria is the one for me. She would be so hurt if she knew what I was doing. How could I do this to her after how good she has been to me?
He put his head down in shame. He felt the woman's heat as she stood before him. He didn't dare look up. He just saw as her naked legs stood before him, showcasing a very voluptuous body. She climbed on the sofa, putting her legs around each side of his waist. He looked at her thighs when something below caught his attention. She had a mole on her knee.
He looked up and lost all breath. Beau stammered, heart pounding in daft shock.