Erik was still hanging out in his chair near the tip bar when Valerie and Erica walked in. His eyes locked on the pair of women as Ken, near the front door, stopped them. He stood, realizing he had yet to warn Ken or Allen he would have personal guests. "Hey, we can let them in, they're with me."
Ken turned, his huge smile beaming. "Beautiful women!? Of course they're with you. They're all with you." The ladies laughed and Valerie tucked a curl of hair behind her ear.
"I can't help it man, my milkshake brings all the girls to the club." Erik said, reaching them. He turned to his guests, "Ladies, welcome to the party."
Valerie wore skin tight jeans and black, open toed heels. Nail polish glinted on her toes but the color was illegible in the low light. Her top, which faded from black at her clavicle down to white at the hem, was loose fitting everywhere except her breasts. They drew the fabric tight and cleavage peeked through a chain style criss crossed opening. Her shoulders and neck were exposed, and her pink collar, despite not matching, was still present.
She smiled up at him with a look of complete adoration, "Thank you Sir." Bold, plum colored lips and smokey eyes were complimented with thin lashes reaching delicately upwards. Winged eyeliner, brought the final edge to her look.
"We're glad we could come out," Erica said to him, her tone demanding his attention. Her legs were wrapped in skin tight jeans with bronze rivets running up both thighs. Stylized rips in the sides hinted at the skin beneath. Thick heeled boots with shiny buckles pushed her height to just above his. A leather vest style top with bronze rivets buttoning up the front, and black corset ribbon woven down the sides held her torso.
Her face was sharpened with her makeup. Dark eyes with long lashes rested under blade-like eyebrows, shaped like scimitars. Earrings glittering like stars were sheltered by wind whipped hair. Her lips didn't pop as hard as Valerie's in color, instead they held a sheen of glinting that reminded him of steel.
Erik finally met her eyes and for a moment he was trapped by them. Fire crackled between them for a split second and he felt his body begin to burn inside.
He didn't want Erica. Lust wasn't something he felt for her. Instead, he felt rivaled, or pushed to compete. With her being near, he wanted to charge into a fight next to her and kick ass.
The moment was broken by Allen's soft voice. "Hey man, uh, the girls are asking for you in the back."
Erik excused himself. "I'll be right back ladies, make yourselves comfortable."
Getting to the narrow dressing room, Erik knocked on the frame of the door, "Is something wrong ladies?"
The door exploded inwards and dainty hands grabbed him. He was pulled into the narrow room, a buzz of female voices bouncing around in a jumble. The pull brought him to the middle of the narrow hallway-like room and within seconds, a group of mostly naked women pressed their bodies' to him in a babbling group hug.
Lifting his hands in the air, trying not to touch anything that wasn't his, Erik protested, "Ladies! Ladies! What's going on? What's wrong? Am I being assaulted?"
They all quieted at his voice. Tits and torsos filled his vision.
"Is everything alright?" He asked?
Trixie spoke first, her voice coming from his left, "We just ain't ever had anyone buy us anythin' and what we're all tryin' to do is show our appreciation, but all of us just got too danged excited."
"Oh, well," Erik gave them a huge proud smile, "It was a complete impulse buy, but I'm really glad you all like the stuff. I couldn't do it without you ladies. Just don't mind if I ogle the fit and finish."
"You can look all you want if you're gonna treat us like decent human bein's," Trixie said.
"I would've let him feel before all of this, now..." a tiny voice trailed off. The chorus erupted in giggles and conversation again.
"I do have a request ladies," Erik said. The cacophony died down instantly. "I have a pair of sexy female friends here tonight."
A combination of approving "oohs" and disappointed "awws" echoed.
"One of them is into girls." A sound of approval rippled through them, "If some of you could give her some extra attention, I would be appreciative. And of course, I like all of the extra attention so feel free." Giggles abounded once more.
They all seemed to relax for a second then a voice called, "Group hug!" And together all nine naked women pressed themselves to him in a huge group hug. As respectfully as possible, Erik returned the hug, trying to find a shoulder for each of his hands. He still managed to poke someone in the face before it was over.
When he came back out, Valerie and Erica had taken up seats at the little round table he had vacated. They were talking, so he decided to get drinks.
Miguel leaned on the counter, his hands flat on the bar top, "What will it be, Boss?"
"Three cokes I guess, please."
"No problem." He set to work. "You are a ballsy man Boss."
"What do you mean?"
"Bringing women to a strip club?" He shook his head, "these girls are loyal to you for some reason, and now you bring more? You are playing with fire."
"Well one is definitely not a threat. The other, well," he paused. Was Valerie a threat or an asset? "I'm not sure yet."
Miguel handed him three glasses. "Goodluck Boss, you're gonna need it."
"Thanks partner." He took the drinks and went to his guests.
"Thank you Master," Valerie said, taking her drink.
"Thanks," Erika immediately took a drink and made a disappointed face. "No alcohol? I thought you owned a bar?"
"Oh come on, I didn't know what you liked. What do you want?"
