Ahh….there’s Joe, one of the regulars. There’s no need to go take his drink order I already know what it’ll be, whiskey sour on the rocks, double and keep them coming until closing time. Then, Cal will pour him into a cab and send him home. Poor guy is just lonely. Every Friday night it’s the same routine. Sometimes he shows up on Saturday nights too but he sticks to club soda on those days. Everyone has their poison’s right?

Glancing down I check on my girls. Tugging my snug t-shirt down a couple inches more I pickup my tray with Joe’s drink and a dish of pretzels to drop off at his table. If it’s one thing Joe likes? It’s cleavage. That I have in spades.

**Jaden**

Pink lights, fucking pink lights alright! As in Pinkies the goddamn strip club. One of my clients at the gym, Nate Carson bartend’s here. I can’t even count how many times he’s invited me down here.

This is not what I expected at all. A strip club, I just can’t get over it. Skye was in there and what exactly was she doing in there? Different strokes for different folks but could she really be up on the pole? Her ass better not be near a fucking pole. I can feel myself getting more and more pissed as I sit in my car looking at the place. My knuckles are bright white as I grip the steering wheel for dear life. Rather like they were around some fuckers neck. Like the fucker that hired her to work in this come-bucket. Jesus, I gotta slow my breathing down, I don’t pant this hard after an hour of cardio. I see her Focus and I feel like exploding. She’s in there and I feel like I wanna puke. I can hear my pulse in my own head—that can’t be good. I know I have no say in where she works, god, we don’t even know each other but we’re about to get very well aquatinted.

Taking a few deep breaths I calm myself down the best I can. I pay the fifteen dollar cover charge and he stamps my hand. Looking down I see a pair of lips in red ink and the word delicious. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Not at all, girls here are definitely delicious.” His overgrown ape face pisses me off and his stupid laugh only aggregates me more. I own a gym and I know a ‘roid freak when I see one. Peek-a-boo mother fucker, I see you.

Stepping inside the club it takes my eyes a minute to adjust. Outside was neon pink and blinding but in here I can hardly see where I’m going. All I can really make out is a bar decked out in red lights and black vinyl and the stage like a fucking beacon. No one’s dancing at the moment but there is somebody spraying the pole with some kind of spray bottle and toweling it dry. Jesus, really? I guess I should be happy at least that the damn things getting cleaned, right? The walls are a dark burgundy in what looks like velvet or something and all the tables, chairs and stools are black as night. It smells better than I thought it would. Truthfully, it smells similar to the gym except for the hint of beer in the air mixed with the sweat.

Looking around I don’t see Skye anywhere. Although, the place is kind of busy at the moment. “Need a seat, handsome?” Turning to the voice that was obviously trying too hard to sound sexy I see a tall, thin, stacked to the high heavens blonde in nothing but a pink bikini top and daisy dukes. She even has a pair of fuck me sky high pink heels on. I’m really getting sick of the color pink.

“I suppose.” Is all I answer with. Big blonde tits takes my hand and I cringe internally as she pulls me closer to the stage—not exactly where I want to be. Looking around I don’t see any sign of Skye. For a second I consider asking Bambi or Candy or whatever her name is where Skye is but I’d rather talk to her myself before she calls the ‘roid ape on me. We aren’t exactly best friends after all. She seats me off to the right of the stage and I sit-down like all the other pervs as if I’m waiting for a show. Loud music comes over the speakers and the stage lights dim changing to blue and purple.

“Sunny will be right with you to take your drink order, okay sexy?” I nod and try not to vomit in my mouth. I’ve only been in a strip club a couple times before this—not really my thing. Once in Vegas during my bachelor party and another time on a trip to Daytona for bike week. Even then I only went along with the guys—not by my choice. A brunette with mile long legs in a pair of spike heeled cowboy boots steps out on the stage and proceeds to shake her assets for all to see. Within seconds she’s on her knees crawling across the stage and my head is thumping with the music.

Looking around the room—at least what I could see in the near darkness I don’t see her. Maybe she’s in back? That thought makes me about to lose my shit. “Can I get you a drink, sir?”

Fuck! Sir? I know that voice. That’s the same sir that got my main vein pumping violently at the diner earlier. I turn and all I see is a set of tits that instantly make my mouth water. Holy mother of God! “Well, well, Skye, we meet again.”

She’s frozen just inches in front of me. Before she can turn away I standup and grab her by the wrist pulling her to the shadows behind the tables. I have no right and I know this but just like everything else to do with this woman I can’t help myself. Her face shows her surprise to see me and her eyes are wide as she tries to focus on mine in the darkness. “Asshole from the diner?” She looks around and I figure she’s looking for security. “What in the hell are you doing here?”

Asshole, huh? So be it. “I came to check out the scenery. Why else would I be at strip joint, sweetheart?” Stepping close enough to her that I know damn well she can feel my hard-on against her hip I set out to show her asshole. “How much for a hand job? That brunette up there with the killer bod has me hard as iron right now.” Letting my eyes roam over her I go in for the kill. “I guess you’ll do to handle the job.” Damn! Wrong thing to say, I guess. She pulled her arm from my grasp, then, took her empty tray and hit me in the back of the head with it with both both hands. “What the fuck?” Lucky the wall was there because she hit me so fast I didn’t have time to catch myself.

“Sunny, what the—“

She interrupted ape number two. How many of these fuckers were there here?

“I’m fine, Charlie, I’m fine.” Yeah, she was. Woman was fast and I ain’t gonna lie she packs a punch. As I toss my hands up in mock surrender ape number two walks away satisfied with her words.

After I watch him leave I look up and straight into those pale green eyes. Their not just green eyes, no, there’s flecks of gold mixed in there. Green/gold what the hell ever are aimed at me and they aren’t happy. Jutting her chin out with one hand on her hip and the other holding her tray at her side I know I’m about to get it and I’ve never been more turned on in my entire thirty-two years.

“I don’t do hand jobs for money, asshole. And that brunette up there with the killer bod wouldn’t want a fucking thing to do with you she has a girlfriend, thank you very much. Now, I suggest you sit your ass down and shut the hell up before I hand you over to the bouncers to deal with. Now, would you like a drink or not, you dumbshit?”

Well then, she made herself clear, didn’t she? I had no clue what to say. I didn’t want to leave without her and I’m not that stupid that I figured she’d go with me peacefully. “Beer, whatever’s on tap.” With a nod she walked away. I watched her like a fucking creep too. Damn she was a wild thing. Stopping at a few more tables before making her way to the bar. Sitting back down in my chair I kept my eyes glued to her. To her ass at least. Finding myself jealous of the view the bartender had to be getting as she leaned over the bar. I bet her tits were practically coming out of her top. Why the hell am I so damn drawn to this chick? There was eye candy all over this place. Shit, a topless one on stage at this very minute but I was staring at the chubster in tight jeans, a low cut top and rocking a pair of….Chucks? Every other woman in the club had heels on but Skye wore a pair of Converse tennis shoes. Chuckling I shake my head. “Seriously? That’s who has you in knots?” I whisper to myself.