Page 15 of Kayden: The Past
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Roaring Twenties - Candy
I founda job after I stopped drinking myself into oblivion—a friend from my previous job had switched companies and told his boss about me. I received a phone call without even applying and was asked to start the following week. I needed to celebrate and felt like a night out with the boys.
We spent our weekends in the Flats, a section of Cleveland that was filled with bars and nightlife, usually ending our evenings in a strip club. I needed the cash for drinks, dates, and the G-strings of some smoking hot piece of ass dancing on the stage. Tonight, we were spending our hard-earned money at Tiffany’s, a multilevel strip club in the heart of the Flats, sitting on the bank of the Cuyahoga River.
Candy would be our waitress tonight. She had waited on us before, and we always flirted with each other, little touches and innuendo passed back and forth. It’d been days since I had sex, and my body craved the release. “What can I get you, gentlemen?” she asked, placing little napkins on our table and brushing her fingers against mine when she set it down in front of me. The guys rattled off drinks while she wrote them down on her notepad. “And you, sugar?” she asked, tapping me on the shoulder.
“I’ll take a Jack and Coke, doll,” I said, grabbing her fingers and stopping their barrage against my flesh. The game we’d been playing for months had become too much and had grown old. I needed it to end tonight.
“Coming right up, gentlemen. Be back in a jiffy.” I watched her walk away, her ass swaying from side to side. She turned around twenty feet away to see if I was watching her. I wasn’t trying to be coy or hide what I wanted from her.
“She wants you, man,” Tony said.
I looked at him, but not out of surprise. “I know, and I’m going to give her what she wants tonight,” I said. “I’ll be right back.” I stood up and moved toward the bar area where Candy stood waiting for our drink orders to be filled.
I stood in the open spot next to her and lightly touched her arm as I rested my free arm against the counter. I leaned toward her, putting my lips close enough to her ear that they almost touched. “I’m done with games, Candy. Wanna fuck or what?”
With my words, her shoulders began to move up and down as if her breathing had become heavier. She turned her face, her lips almost touching mine. “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes wide and pupils dilated. “I get off in a couple hours. Hang out till then,” she said, looking me in the eye.
Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, like an aquamarine gemstone, framed by wisps of her blond hair. “I’ll wait for you,” I said as I touched her cheek. I grabbed my drink off her tray before walking away.
The guys looked eager to hear what happened as I sat back down. “What did you say?”
“Wanna fuck?”
“You said that to her?” Bobby asked, looking shocked. He obviously had no balls.
“Fuck yes. I said I’m done with games, wanna fuck? It’s that easy, Bobby.” I picked up my drink and polished it off.
“She said yes?” I always thought Bobby had a pair, but obviously, I was wrong.
“Why wouldn’t she?”
“I didn’t think there were girls out there who would actually say yes to that statement.” He shook his head in disbelief.
“It may not work for you, but for me, it works like a charm,” I said. “You need to be confident when saying the words. I knew Candy would say yes. You need to know your target before you stick your neck out. Be calculated in all that you do—think of it as closing a sale.”
“Hmm, just not my bag. I want to be in love or at least dating the girl before I stick my dick in her,” Bobby said as Candy approached the table with the rest of the drinks. She placed them down on the table.
“I brought you another one, Kayden,” she said as she set the drink down over my shoulder, crouching down slightly and brushing her arm against mine.
“Thanks, Candy.”
“Anything you want,” she whispered in my ear.
“I’m counting on it,” I said, turning my face slightly so my lips were almost touching her flesh. She stared into my eyes for a moment before winking and walking away.
We sat around drinking and watching the girls dance on the stage in the center of the room. I liked the girls with the petite frames and small tits that filled my hand. Most of the girls dancing for money had extremely large chests, usually enhanced through surgery. Candy didn’t go the extra mile and stuck to serving the drinks instead of shaking her tits on stage to make a buck. She still dressed the part with skimpy shorts and a bra, but never topless or nude—I planned to change that soon.
Ever since Bridget ripped out my fucking soul, leaving me with blackness, I’d tried everything to fill the void. My body became acclimated to the liquor, requiring more and more to make me forget the loneliness. The endless stream of women filling my bed helped while my cock was buried deep, but it caused the emptiness to become more pronounced the moment they walked out the door.
I walked toward the bar slowly, watching the beautiful view in front of me. Candy stood there leaning against the bar with her right foot up on the piping that ran underneath. The high heels she wore showed off the strength of her calf muscles and created an amazing outline for her legs. I watched as she laughed with the bartender and played with her hair while waiting for her order to be placed on her tray. I wanted to press my body firmly against her and whisper in her ear, but touching of any kind is a no-no in a strip club.
“You wanna come over to my place, Candy, or want me to wait here?” I leaned against the bar, watching her expression intently and waiting for a response.
“I’m about to go on break. Gimme ten, okay?” she asked me, looking hopeful that the answer was good enough for me.
