Page 6 of Light

The neon lights of the small strip club pulse in time with the beat, and my eyes lazily scan up to the stage where the chest-heavy woman is doing a series of tricks and bends on the pole. I don't think I've had a taste of her yet. Tonight is the best time for me to test those waters.

I keep my eyes glued on her, and when she looks down at me, a small smile curls up on her lips.

Yeah, I know what she wants. I've got more than enough for her. I shoot her a wink and lean back to take in the show.

I'm sure her dance started out as a show for the other men in the club, but now that she's got a look at me, she's dancing only for me.

I'm the star of her show. I don't mind the attention. In fact, I thrive on it. After all, I'm one good-looking man, why wouldn't she want to hold my attention?

She dances for a few minutes more, and the second the music transitions into the next song, she hurries to pick up her loose tips and get to the back of the stage. She turns in my direction and puts up a finger to let me know to wait one minute while she gets herself together.

I'm in no rush. In fact, if I have my way, I don't think I'll go back to the clubhouse at all tonight.

Another woman walks up to me, this one a little shorter and less busty than the one that was just on stage. She has a tray in her hand. She doesn't seem like she's one of the strippers.

"You haven't been around much lately, Light. I was starting to think that you forgot about me." She smiles before she takes a seat next to me.

I blink a few times as I stare at her face. She's talking like I should remember her. That can only mean one thing, I must have fucked her… recently.

"Uh, not sure what I should be remembering. Maybe you want to give me a clue?"

The woman blinks a few times, and I see the smile on her face slowly slide into a frown. She was about to get pissed. Unfortunately, I didn't have time for any temper tantrums. Hell, I never have time for temper tantrums. It's the main reason I always let the women I get involved with know that it's just a one-time thing. I don't need anyone getting attached to me.

"What the hell do you mean you don't know what you should be remembering? You were just at my house last week. I waited for you to come back like you said you were."

I put my hand up to stop her right away. "First off, sweetheart, I'm damn sure that I never told you I was coming back. I don't make those kinds of promises. I've got shit to do, and paying a second or third visit to a good time just isn’t it."

It's almost comical as I watch the woman's eyes go wide, followed by her mouth. She's gaping at me like a nearly dead fish.

"You did… you said that you had…"

Suddenly, I remember the conversation I had with her last week after I just got some subpar sex from her. It wasn't like her pussy wasn't tight or anything like that, but she didn't have the confidence that I needed. She was more concerned about hiding her body from me than showing me all those skills she swore she had.

She closes her mouth, shakes her head and walks away. I guess I should be happy it didn't turn into anything more. Still I feel like a dick. I could've said something to make her feel better.

Just as I’m about to say something to soften the blow, the waitress walks back over, tray gone, arms crossed tight over her chest.

“You done dissecting our ‘moment’ like it was a biology project?” she snaps.

I blink. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

She lets out a breathy laugh. “You told me I had ‘missionary energy.’ Do youalwaystalk to women like you’re giving Yelp reviews?”

“Hey,” I defend, holding up my hands. “Three stars is still a solid score.”

She glares. “You said two and a half.”

Shit. Did I?

I rub the back of my neck, trying to recover. “Well, you got a great face. Real expressive. That counts for something.”

“Oh wow,” she deadpans. “So glad I didn't shave for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to shave,” I mutter.

“Youdidn’thave to,” she fires back, arms flailing now. “You just stared at my bush like it insulted your mother.”

I choke on my own breath. “I did not!”

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