George watched as the dancer on stage undulated her hips to the group of men in front of her, each man over-weight and bald believing that she was dancing just for him and him only. The truth was as far away from that as saint-ness was away from each of the patrons in the place. George took his eyes off the woman for one second to glance around the club. This was the den of evil for many of the men in the room. A place where they could go for a good time to break away from the monotony in their lives. There were no wives, no children, no bills waiting for them here, nothing but the beautiful flesh of the dancers, the hard drinks so often watered down, and the smell of cigarettes in the air. It was a place like so many others just like it in other cities.
A dime a dozen to be experienced by only the downtrodden. This was not a place for the business men or executives of the world. No, this was for the working class Joe, the one that drove the trucks and put out the fires as the song goes. Or in George's case, a FBI man on the look for his lady love. He chuckled at that thought. Who would have thought he would be in another low-down, cheap place like this on his night off. He couldn't seem to stop though. He had to find her, she haunted him every second. Her hair, the way it smelt and moved as she walked. Her eyes, the way they light up when he suddenly came home from work to surprise her. Her lips, oh her lips and mouth. He had told her many times that her mouth should have come with a warning label because she could almost kill a man with one try. She would laugh and lightly blush even though she had been told that exact thing many times before. He hadn't planned on falling in love with her, it had just happened. She became his everything, his one, and only thought. Too bad she had been a part of a case he was working on.
He returned his attention to the dancer on stage as she finished her dance up, naked now except for the g-string she wore and the sexy six inch heels on her feet. The woman's breast were large, with large areolas a dusky pink color that made George's mouth water. Hey, he was in love, not dead. The dancer came to stand right in front of George, thrusting her pelvis up down into his face, her eyes bright as she licked her lips, coercing him to take the ones from his pocket. He thought to himself, She is quiet the actress. Almost makes me believe she wants me. He fished the money from his pants pocket, not taken the time to look at it before he stuffed it into the top of her panties. The lady smiled and mouthed the words THANK YOU before rising to her feet and made her way off stage to the back.
An announcer made his way to the stage and reported that the next dancer would be on in 5 minutes giving the men in the audience a chance to head to the bathroom to um…hand business so to speak. George wasn't in need of that. He hadn't been able to do that since she had left him. She followed him everywhere, even his dreams and most mornings he woke up with a lead pipe in his pants. He could never remember the dreams but he always knew that she was the one in them. He sighed, his life in the toilet. He wanted her back so much but couldn't find her; she was as elusive as the flame. She had disappeared, leaving him to wonder if he would ever see her again, knowing that he shouldn't care. She had given him up without a backward glance, making him rethink everything they had been together. If she could leave without even saying goodbye, then she must not have loved him as much as she had said, right?
He shook his head trying to clear the thoughts that seemed to follow him everywhere these days. Most of the time, he could get through a whole day not thinking of her, but as soon as he returned to his apartment, the one he had shared with her on many nights, she was there to greet him. The smell of her, the slightest little touches that she had added without asking him first. She was everywhere but at the same time, no where. He slept in his recliner half the time simply because it was too painful to sleep in the bed that they had shared, the bed that most nights they didn't get much sleep in. He smiled slightly at the thought.
She had gotten him hard in ways that no one else had ever been able to. He grew erect at the thought. God, had she been able to make him rise to the occasion. He remember one time where she had dressed as a school girl, hair in pig-tails, feet in sexy heels, surprising for his birthday. She had looked the part, mostly because she was younger than him. Many years younger in fact, a constant fact that his ex-wife kept pointing out to him, but the age wasn't the reason he had enjoyed being with her. She had made him feel alive and that alone was worth the heartache he had experienced.
The sound of music announced the arrival of the next dancer and George returned his attention to the stage, bringing him back from his thoughts. The music was one that he had heard on the radio, a lively rap song that made George cringe as he actually listened to the lyrics. Something about putting a whole in a cop's vest, not the kind of thing that he liked to hear. Sighing, George turned his attention the woman that emerged from behind the curtain. He glanced at her, not letting his eyes land on her too long, just knowing that she wasn't the one, that is until he let the look of her sink in. He jerked his eyes back to the woman. Oh, God, that's her, she's here, he thought.
Standing at 5'3, a slight 100 lb figure with breast that seemed slightly out of proportion on her body, blonde hair that reached the bottom of her back and swirled around her, making her appear as if in a veil of light. She was a devil in disguise as an angel. Her body was made for heaven; he knew that for a fact. Danced as she was tonight, it was no wonder that every man in the club had grown quiet, watching her like the children must had the Pied Piper. She was dressed as the school girl, the one that she had been for his birthday. For a few seconds he was jealous but that past as soon as she began to dance, leaving him breathless.
