It had been a long long year since I had been able to take a vacation from work. My best friend Jack and I, decided to spend a week at the beach. It wasn't our first trip, we had went twice before in the last couple of years.
When we go to the beach, we do two things traditionally: We go on the gambling cruise and then with our winnings from that (or lack thereof) we go to the strip club, or as I like to call it, "charity work."
This yearly beach trip has always been my way to escape. Escape from the stress of work. Escape from my sleepy little hometown. Most importantly, its an escape from this girl who I am madly in love with. Even though she isn't physically in this story, to tell this story, I've got to tell you about her. Her name is not important so I'll refer to her as "Honey." So if all you're looking for is sex to get off to, scroll on down a bit. But if you like a good set up to the porn, keep reading I won't be offended either way.
I met her several years ago when I lived away from home. I know love at first sight is considered cliche, but I experienced it the night I met her. Over the course of the next year we went out on a couple of dates and grew close, but only as friends. I wrote a short story about that year and she ended up reading it one night on accident and that's how she found out that I was in love with her. Unfortunately she was leaving town soon after that. But before she left I was able to tell her face to face that I loved her, but she was leaving so did it really matter.
Over the course of the next couple of years, I moved further away from home and then moved back to my sleepy little hometown, while she eventually joined the military, but with the exception of a misunderstanding that lasted a few months, we never really lost touch thanks to Facebook and text messaging. We even got to go visit one another from time to time. Back in May we met up in Nashville with some of our friends and went to see a concert. I had a plan, but I was too nervous to pull it off right. She was single for the first time in a while, so I once again was going to profess my love to her. I was going to take her to the fanciest romantic restaurant I could find. And I had an expensive dozen of roses delivered to the restaurant. I suited up for it, and bought a nice green tie to wear because that was her favorite color. It was supposed to be just the two of us, but our friends ended up tagging along. Halfway through the meal, she even asked me:
"It was just meant to be me and you here wasn't it?"
I smiled and told her yes, but it was okay. So telling her "I love you." was going to have to wait. We went to a hockey game that night, the concert was the next night, and then hit the bars later. At one point we all got split up. I got really drunk. I went looking for her and found her talking to some douche-bag. I panicked. She didn't leave with him, she and I walked back to our hotel together and she started the conversation.
"Why are you acting so weird?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb. You've been nervous and wound up like a cuckoo clock ever since you picked me up at the airport. What's going on?"
I took a deep breath and exhaled.
"You remember a few years ago when I told you that you scare the Hell out of me?"
"Yeah."
"Well you still do. Honey, I love you and honestly I've never stopped loving you since the day I walked into that bar and saw you for the first time." (she was a bartender)
What followed that was a long speech of me clumsily and drunkenly professing my love for her and how I was trying to get my life straightened out so that one day we could be together. No more face-booking or texting or brief two or three day trips to spend a few hours hanging out. That she wouldn't have to keep dating and being with these douche-bags and assholes that always end up hurting her. That she could be with me and I would do everything in my power to make her the happiest woman on Earth for the rest of our lives. I was drunk and nervous and it didn't come out nearly as good as I wanted it to, and she rejected me on the grounds that at that particular moment in her life she wasn't ready and she was afraid that if we did end up together if we broke up our friendship would be forever destroyed. I was heartbroken and it didn't ruin the trip but trying to make her not see how upset I was was tough, but I made it through the rest of the trip without ruining it for her.
So three months later My buddy Jack and I went to the beach. I didn't really win any money, but I didn't lose any either. So we went to the strip club with enough money to have a good time. Now I like to call the strip club "therapy" and the strippers"therapists." The year before there was a stripper named Candi and when we went back in the fifteen minute private room, I told all about Honey up to that point and she told me that I was a great guy and if she didn't want me it was her loss and I needed to move on. I was hoping she would be there this year, but she wasn't.
So Jack and I sat in front of the stage and unlike previous years there wasn't a lot of talent on stage that caught my eye. One girl who said her name was "Kiki" attempted to engage me in conversation, but when she realized she wasn't going to get anywhere with me, she soon departed.
Just when I was about to give up hope, she caught my eye. She was wearing these frilly little plaid green bra and panties She had dark black curly hair, lightly tanned skin, deep sea green eyes, and a body that could stop traffic. In a way I kind of thought she looked a little like Honey, but I forced that thought out of my head.
Her voice was so sweet, it probably gave me diabetes. She sat down beside me, asked if I minded if she smoked, and the fun began. She lit up and said:
"My name is Paradise. What's yours?
Now I knew "Paradise" wasn't her real name, so I thought I'd have a little fun and give her my fake name. And there was only one fake name I could use: "The King Bundy of the "nudie bars." So I said with a grin:
"My name is Al."
"Nice to meet you where are all from."
"Tennessee."
"Are you here on vacation?"
"Yeah, just a few days away from the stress at home."
"Well would you like a dance?"
"Alright."
So I paid thirty dollars for a two song lap dance from her. This wasn't a private dance, there was a member of security sitting at the door. Its only been a week, but I can't tell you what two songs were playing at the time. She started by taking off her panties and she put them around my neck. Then she took off her top and began her dance. Good Lord she could move! Okay in all brutal honesty, she wasn't doing a lot of dancing, but she rubbed herself all over me and I was loving every damn minute of it! She even did this...... I guess you'd call it motor-boating on my crotch a couple of times. So after it was over she asked if I would want a fifteen minute private dance. All I could say was:
"Alright."
So as we go into the private room she tells me the lap-dance made her horny and she was really excited to get me in the private room. Once again, all I could say was:
