Part III: New Paths for All, A Public Couple
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A short multi-part story of how a man meets a figure from his past and how it impacts every aspect of his life. Part III finishes the story.
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One PM couldn't come quick enough. I decided to drive over to her place, not giving her a chance to reconsider after last night. I was nervous and yet strangely confident we had more than just a physical connection. I knocked and heard Amber yell to come in.
In a part of downstairs, I hadn't really paid attention too, there was Amber. She was leaning on a kitchen stool type chair by a breakfast bar. She was bookish and hot at the same time. Amber was really the girl of a thousand looks.
She had on a long sleeve, but low-cut cotton top, had replaced her contacts with big stylish glasses. Through the thin white top, I could also tell Amber had scrubbed off that wild sleeve tattoo. But this innocent, student look didn't extend to the rest of Amber's outfit.
She had balanced her cute, everyday top with another pair of thigh high boots, this time grey suede. They were pulled up over the top of some skin-tight jeans, but I realized they weren't denim, but gray leather. Wow this girl could look academic but so sexy with just a few choices.
I was just energized by Amber merely looking me in the eyes and smiling at me as I took in her hot outfit, with a big grin. Then she pulled me in for a very hot, open-mouthed welcome kiss. Her tongue was hot and aggressive, just totally taking over my mouth. She was just super sexy.
I could not believe this girl was not already taken, but then again, she had some pretty big walls around her after all her rough times I imagined. I was thinking I had to make sure I didn't screw this up, this girl was too hot and fun to let go.
Lunch at a nearby student-friendly hangout was quick and good. I wasn't really a fan of avocado on everything, but my salad with an ice cold Mexican beer was pretty nice, not as nice as looking at Amber only two feet away, but nice.
We spent the afternoon wandering around old-town Scottsdale, hitting the tacky and the high end, from a goofy wig shop to a place with great native jewelry. The earrings and pendent I insisted on getting her actually looked great against the white and grey of her outfit.
I dropped her at her condo in late afternoon. We were meeting for a light dinner before she had to work from eight to two AM. Friday night was of course a big earnings night, and she was tapped for the best shift, the one that lasted till closing. So, we agreed on an early dinner, and to get together after work
I knew I would have to live with her job, but it was different getting romantic with a woman who stripped naked and gave lap dances for a living. At least I knew, unlike with some strippers, that was all she did. But still it was a pretty new experience for me.
If I had not been utterly captivated by the new, grown-up Amber by now, what greeted me when I picked her up and opened the door to her condo would have sealed the deal. This girl was able to dazzle me with every outfit she chose.
She was casual and super sexy, again. From the loosely falling blonde hair, to the simple white silk top, that was open nearly to her naval, she was magnetic.
It didn't hurt that below that was a tight black latex calf-length tight skirt and some very high stiletto heels. This girl could push all my buttons, and that was before we had even gotten to the bedroom.
My jaw had dropped when I saw her, I was clearly flummoxed. Amber had that little smile again and asked me,
"So not how you pictured your little babysitter? Is that right Jim?"
I had sort of recovered my composure,
"Amber baby, if you had shown up at our house like this, I would have had to leave my wife right then...of course that probably would have saved me a lot of grief and heartache too."
I followed that with a grin and a rueful little laugh. She looked at me and shook her head and laughed a bit too,
"Jim if I had gotten up her courage to seduce you, maybe I wouldn't have come so totally off the rails."
I had no good answer, of course. I just wrapped her in my arms and held her close. After kissing her sweet lips, I whispered that the past was the past and let's not waste the future.
Cocktails and our light dinner were what you could have expected. Men of all ages could not take their eyes off of Amber, and more than a few wives and girlfriends were trying to kill her with their stares.
She was oblivious, clearly, for no good reason I could fathom, Amber was totally focused on me and our time together. We got to talk about a lot, and I wasn't surprised to hear of her desires to finish her BA and get her Masters in Psych. She had a plan of being a substance abuse counselor.
I of course barely noticed the time and the other people in the Spanish themed restaurant. We were so close we were almost on the same chair, but it just felt natural. I could not believe it, after two drinks and about six plates of Tapas treats, that it was seven and she needed to get home and get to work.
Although I had to defer my desires for more fun in the sack, Amber promised me that the night would end well. I left to let her get ready, and promised to be at the club by midnight. I watched some Netflix, caught up on all the work that had been piling up, and headed across town at about eleven thirty PM.
The parking lot of the deceptively small looking club was packed, it took me nearly five minutes to find a parking slot. I paid cover and moved towards the booming bass beat that somehow penetrated the thick wooden inner door.
At first, I didn't see Amber, or in the club, Jezebel. I was wondering if she was getting ready or entertaining in the lap dance rooms. I felt some twinges, but also knew I was in no position to try to demand things of Amber. Then as a fresh set of dancers was called to stage, I saw my girl.
Amber had told me that there was a method to Friday nights. It was crowded and hot and sweaty, so the kinky hot latex outfit she had seduced me in was out. Also, the outfit had to show off your assets well, it was all about getting the rain of money to start, and selling those lap dance sets in back.
When I saw Amber, in the entry way to the lap dance room, I saw how she achieved those goals. All she had on was an outfit of strings. It also appeared to only cover her front. She had removed, if she had one, her thong, which was probably red to match the string dress. Her sexy round tits were proud and free attracting attention from everyone in the room.
The string outfit also included garter straps that reached to some great red fishnet stockings and then down to some towering classic red stripper heels. I decided I was going to call her Lady in Red tonight. I noticed that the outfit was held on with Velcro at the neck.
Amber was able to pull it off during the second song and leave it bunched up below her belly button. The third song had her removing that thong that she hadn't been wearing when I first saw her, so she was making the crowd go wild every time. No wonder she made so much, even in a no-extras club.
She had on longer, whiter blonde hair. That was odd, the shade was off and it was quite a bit longer than I had seen the last few days. But later she told me it was a cheap wig to give her that beach bimbo look. Her lips were huge and bright red, every guy must have been imagining them around his dick, something I'm sure was intentional.
Amber was busy from the moment I walked in till closing at two AM. She was either doing her three songs with her group of dancers or filling all the other time by finding all the guys who had gone the craziest for her.
I did notice there was quite a line of guys waiting for her after every set. Every one of them was seemingly immediately receptive to a trip to the lap dance room. I enjoyed tipping Amber and some other hot dancers, but she told me she wouldn't take me in the back room.
She saw my shocked look and explained. If we got too out of control and started sucking and fucking, she would get fired. There were bouncers patrolling and cameras. There was a fair bit of freedom back there, but any sex act was grounds for no more employment.
But as she rotated on my lap at the stage and sat on my thigh, again like the other night, she bit and sucked on my ear and told me not to worry, I was going to do things tonight with her I had probably never done! I was intrigued, but more than that, I now had a massive set of blue balls.
Near closing it was finally thinning out, and Amber paid me a lot more attention. At closing she disappeared in back and I went out to the car, to follow her back to her condo. She had told me that the manager was very clear, no dating customers...and that included leaving the club with one, for sure!
She came out in a hoodie with skinny jeans and trainers on, with a gym bag slung over her shoulder. One of the bouncers was out in the parking lot, making sure all the girls had no unwanted attention as they got out of there. That was a good sign to me.
I had already pulled out to the street, and after her little Honda went down the block, pulled my crap Chevy rental car out to follow her back to Tempe. It was a boring drive, who was on the road after two AM in Phoenix, but I managed to stay awake thinking of how crazy my life had become.
A Final Act and Way Ahead
We got settled into her condo, and relaxed with a couple of glasses of wine. Amber told me she always needed about an hour to de-compress after dancing and we just sipped the wine, watched some streaming TV and cuddled.
It had been a good night; she had cleared about 1400 after she paid the house its share. Even with her very strong stripper scent and still heavy makeup, she was totally bewitching. After about forty-five minutes she pulled me over for some serious kissing, then pushed herself up.
