Chapter 5

Brad groaned. He doesn't want the girls to know about the Gentlemen's Club in Derriere, but he should know that Ed is incapable of any tact or diplomacy. He put the drinks on the table and took his and Julie's, giving them to him.

"He's a real jerk sometimes," he mumbled.

"Now, it's a terrible case to explicitly say you're there, Brad," Julie said.

He sees that she wants to ask him a question.

"Did he tell you about the girl who looks like you?" Brad asked, thinking he might as well get to the point.

She nodded.

"He said you thought she was me?"

"Yeah, at first I thought so too, so I asked another dancer, but she said Sahara can't swim so it can't be her at the water park," Brad explained as Julie taunted. "Great stripper, huh?" "

" Classic, "Julie agrees. "So Ed said you had a dance with her?"

Brad nodded, his face serious.

"I want to know if it's you. I know not now, but I have to talk to him to find out. I'm not sure if you really want to see us here tonight and you've been in. strippers with the intention of pushing me away, or if there's someone who looks like you and you'll always be around."

"Okay," she said slowly. "So you did a dance tour with my looks to see if I would go there?"

He can see that Julie finds the story quite amusing.

"Pretty good," Brad admitted. "Anyway, Casey and I only went to the club because Ed was absolutely determined to go and we promised him before we left the house that we would."

"Don't you want to go see some naked strippers?" she asked quickly.

"Not really. It's not normal ..."

Brad paused, realizing that she was laughing at him.

"That's good," he laughs.

Julie winked at him and took a sip of her cocktail.

"Is it good?" she asked.

"What's the problem?"

"The ring dance? Ed said you wouldn't talk about it."

"Do you really want to know?" Brad asked, looking at her curiously, wondering where she was going with this.

"Of course."

"Why?"

"Because I want to know if this stripper is good or not, especially if other people might think it's me. After all, it's a girl who has to promote fame and quality that matters. ."

Brad laughs, happy to see her not deciding he's an idiot because he went to a strip club with his friends. He noticed that the more Ed talked, the more Jessica and Shanice looked at him. Meanwhile, he could see Casey and Margarita getting comfortable, with their hands sliding around their waists, lighter touches and stronger nudges.

"They seem to get along really well," he said softly to Julie.

“That's right,” she nodded. “They are so cute together. I'm so glad they got along. "

" How are we? "Brad asked casually.

He likes to surprise people sometimes. His cheeks flush a little when she looks at him.

" Not so bad right now. There's definitely potential there. ”

“ So you think I'm short-tempered? ' he asked, being careful not to speak too loudly.

"You're fine," she said playfully. "And me?"

"You're hot. You're cute and sexy and so fun," Brad said, making it stand out. "I think you're a great person too, and you deserve to have fun."

He rotated the stool so he was no longer facing the group, positioning himself in front of the dance floor. He's happy to see Julie doing the same, their shoulders now touching as they sip their drinks.

“I'm… glad you think so,” she said after a moment, her cheeks flushed a little.

"You know, can we take off now?" he suggested, but she smiled and shook her head.

"Not yet. It's our last night here, so I want to party some more."

She looked at him very firmly.

"Perhaps you can come back to our place shortly. We have a mansion."

"I'm sure we both enjoyed it," he said cautiously and smiled a little.

On impulse, he leaned forward to kiss her, but she tilted her head back and brought a finger to her lips.

"Tell me you showered after hopping."

Brad laughed at her statement.

"Of course yes. Completely. "

She narrowed her eyes.

" Are you sure? "

" Absolutely," he nodded. I did it myself so I know. As you may know, I am absolutely not allowed to touch her while dancing. My hand is, most of the time, by my side. If I touch her, I will be kicked out of the club. And to answer your previous question, she is very good at her job and she is as beautiful as she looks. " He's happy when she leans in and kisses him. Her lips were soft but determined and they kissed for a few seconds.

“Think of a sofa to whet your appetite,” she says with a smile.

"If it were a couch, my stomach would already rumble," he laughs.

Then they hit the dance floor, stopping occasionally for a drink, but always returning to dance. As the evening goes on, they touch each other more and more, starting with gentle strokes and gradually progressing to fairly solid lines and strokes. While drinking, Brad and Julie touch hands or Julie leans against Brad's chest, sometimes sitting on his lap. It was a rough two hours for sure before the club closed.

At the club where Sahara works, the girls are taking a break.

“Night, TigerLily,” recalled Sahara as she stepped out of the dressing room at the Gentlemen's Club in Derriere, smiling as she always does when the dancers say goodnight to each other using the escape dancer's name. their medicine. She passed the bar and saw her blonde-haired roommate, Anabeth, waiting for her.

"Are you ready to go?" Anabeth asked. "I was beaten."

"Yeah. Busy evening huh?" Sahara answered by opening the door.

"Don't think I've ever done so many dances in one night. Good night," she told the security guards.

They turned right and walked seventy yards to the door of their apartment building. Anabeth opened the door and the two walked up two flights of stairs and inside. their tiny two-bedroom apartment

Anabeth plopped down on the sofa

“Want something to drink?”

Sahara shook her head.

"I think I'll go to bed."

"Do you want some company tonight?" Anabeth smiled and asked. "I'll make you sleep well."

Sahara smiled, but shook her head at her occasional best friend.

"Tired, but thank you anyway."

Anabeth shrugged.

"I'll have to play with my own toys instead."

"And will probably wake the whole block when you cum," said Sahara, smirking.

"There's nothing wrong with having fun."

The spirit of the Sahara conjures up images of the young brunette with whom she had danced earlier, prompting him to come on purpose.

"You laugh," Anabeth said at once, her eyes narrowing. "What did you do?"

"I made a guy cum his shorts tonight," Sahara smiled.

Anabeth rolled her eyes.

"This is called occupational risk."

"Although intentionally."

"Ah, is that so?"

The blonde sat forward, her interest clear.

"Tell me."