It had been a while since I had been back to the Factory. Even though I had not been in some time, I didn't want to seem like some perverted strip club addict or something. I think that ship had already sailed. My thoughts were filled with undressing women. Lillian. Keisha. And...
"Hey, Shawn!"
I jerked out of my trance for one second. It was Daisy in her car.
"Need a ride?" Daisy said. I was waiting on the next bus. I quickly contemplated my options.
"Hey, Daisy. Where you going?" I said.
"Where you going, Daddy? I'm getting ready for work," She said, semi-flirtatiously.
"Shit, I'm going home to relax," I said.
"I can make you relax..." She said, licking her near perfect pink lips. I felt my pants getting tighter. My erection was getting harder.
At this time, I was at my college campus. Before the light changed, I hopped in her car. We sped off as soon as the light changed.
"So, Shawn..."
"Yeah?" I said, looking at her tilting my head, as her music blasted in the car.
"You miss me?" She said rubbing my shoulder.
"How?"
"Last time you were at my job, you were looking for me. You miss me, don't you?" She said, with a smile.
"Well, when you say it like that..."
"I heard you saw the shiny new toy last time you were there," She said.
"You talking about... Keisha? I got to say... she's something. Y'all got good eyes for talent," I said, matter of factly.
"You know why I do what I do?" She asked.
I was waiting for this question for a long time, but was afraid to ask it for some reason.
"Keisha strips because she likes men looking at her body. Admiring it. She's a voyeur. But the thing is... She was giving it up afterwards, was she?"
"Yeah. She was. Didn't do anything with her though." I said.
"She has a lot to learn. This ain't one of her internet videos. You know why I strip? I literally have to. For my son. Keisha twerks her ho ass on the internet, comes to the strip club, and gets treated as a commodity? I'm sorry, what? I had to bust my ass there. And you know it ain't easy being a stripper," Daisy said. I turned my head to her, looking at her.
"What does it take then?"
She took a deep breath.
"It takes confidence in yourself to be a stripper. While you're onstage you have to believe that you are the sexiest thing alive. Tease them. But not toss it at them, you know? And do you know how many hungry looks, how many eye-fucks, how many drunken men have tried to tap my ass I've gotten since I've been there? A lot. Keisha likes the attention of it all. The old me would too. But I do it for my son. I'm not going to be there forever. Hell no. I'm going to business school and everything at TSU," She said. TSU was a college walking distance from my school.
"Wow. Hustle mentality. I like that. Does anybody there know you strip?"
"It was never a secret. I'm just saying what it's like on the other side," She said.
I was guilty of all the "eye fucking" and "tapping asses" part. She made me feel kind of guilty. We eventually got to my side of town, stopping at my house.
"Hey, Shawn. I'm working tonight if you want to see me. I'm performing," She said.
"Yeah, I can see you tonight. I want to do something else too..."
At that moment, I felt a lot of emotions. I leaned in and kissed her. It was supposed to be a short yet sweet kiss. She kissed back. It became longer. She began to breathe heavier. Her breaths turned me on. Her lips tasted so sweet. She broke off the kiss and smiled. Breathless and with an erection, I couldn't help but smile back.
"Careful, Shawn. I got to get my son from school. I know you think I'm a sexy MILF and all, but duty calls," She said.
"I understand. See you tonight."
"Oh, and Shawn... the more you go to strip clubs... the more likely you might see something. I know this," Daisy said.
That last statement she said lingered in my head for a while.
oOo
A few hours later in the Factory... I was in my usual spot in the back, by the bar.
"Shawn, you coming to see her?" Lillian said.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, she totally got you."
The more I started to think about it, the more I started to think this:
"Am I actually dating a stripper?"
Also, the second thing I thought, as Lillian brought by my non-alcoholic beverage of choice to me, was what she said:
"The more you go to strip clubs... the more likely you might see something..."
I not so sneakily got a look at her ample breasts, and looked at the bartender's eyes. She had grey eyes.
"Lillian, have you seen anything... you know, fucked up here?"
"Shawn... you're at a strip joint. What do you think? I won't go into detail, but... what do you think? Drunken horny guys in a place with these and especially this." Lillian pointed to her ample breasts and voluptuous ass respectively.
"Good to know."
My mind began to wonder. What exactly happened here?
"Coming to the stage... Charlie."
"Your girlfriend is next," Lillian said with a smile. Twista's "Wetter" played as she came out.
"Now, now, now, chill. I don't even know what it is. I'm just going along for the ride," I said, shrugging, then taking a long sip.
When I first looked at her, it felt like we made eye contact. She was looking at nothing in particular as she ground on the pole, biting her bottom lip. She turned around and showed her glorious ass to the crowd, shaking it. Seamlessly, she got on her knees and started twerking her ass cheeks.
At this point, she was close to the edge of the stage. She started to hypnotize me with her ass again, bouncing it up and down. She took her top off. She, along with her big bountiful breasts, was glowing with sweat as she caressed the pole with her near perfect ebony legs. My erection at this time was bulging. Her routine was almost over. I wanted her.
Her routine soon ended. As she got offstage quickly, she looked back in my direction. I smirked. Soon afterwards, I felt a gentle touch behind me:
"Hey, baby, would you like something?"
"No, thanks, I'm good... wait," I recognized her body. "Raven? Oh, shit."
She jerked around.
"Shawn?!"
"You work here?" I said, tilting my head incredulously.
Raven is my cousin. My cousin is working at a strip club. Yeah, what the hell did I get myself into?