It was a very long overdue encounter between Rachael & myself. She had been a dancer & myself a regular client of hers for well over a couple years. But nothing had ever happened between us before. Most of the time, she remained fully clothed in the club as we shared cocktails & laughs & each other's laid back company. Sure, three were some risque massages every now & then, but nothing that ever crossed the line in any way.
But this time was going to be different. At least I hoped so. Both of us far removed from our previous lifestyles & former surroundings, we finally reconnect after a couple years of not seeing one another.
We decide to get together at a local strip club located exactly half way between our current abodes. Its gonna be like the good old days; enjoying a few drinks, making fun of people, laughing in our own little world at the expense of others! Some would say that's mean, but it really was harmless & after all it happened to be our thing!
I arrive a few minutes early & proceed to order a drinks as I dismiss a few of the ladies who come by with a simple; "Thanks, but I'm waiting for someone." Ten, twenty, thirty minutes & a few more vodka-sodas go by as I await for Rachael to arrive. Girl after girl approach asking if I would care for some company but I politely decline each time as that's not why I'm there this particular evening.
Being late is no problem but then my mind wanders if she's gonna stand me up as pay-back to the many times I had flaked on her before! My just-due of course & I couldn't possibly be mad but I was most definitely sad as I was looking forward to seeing her again.
Not paying much attention to what's going on around me, I pull out my phone & begin to send Rachael a text. At the same moment that I'm about to hit send, the DJ's voice breaks my insular daze with the announcement; "Ladies & Gentlemen, put your hands together for Pamela!"
Unknowingly & unable to explain why, my eyes shoot upwards to the main stage. Coming down the stairs is a a sexy young lady dressed in a police officer's uniform! Could it be? Could it really be Rachael ... I mean Pamela? OMG it is! It is Rachael ... Err, I mean Pamela! OMG! She's actually on stage! Now I know why she's late & where she's been!
I'm simply stunned as she starts her routine & begins to work the crowd of mostly adolescent, testosterone hyped boys into a frenzy. A sultry & sexy walk from one side of the stage to the other has each & every pair of eyes in the club follow her every movement. She purposely ignores me to the exception of a sly little glance here & there. She focuses her attention on the other, more outgoing boys that are in typical adolescent form, hoot & hollar & carry on like they've just been released from prison. A fair description I might add considering Pamela's choice of costume complete with hat, baton, toy gun strapped to one hip & handcuffs dangling from the other!
Her stage show is continually interupted as young boy after young boy climbs onto the stage, lays on their back & presents a rolled up $5 or $10 bill between their lips. Pamela gladly goes from one to the next as she crouches & leans over each young man to take their currency between her large, supple breasts while giving them the momentary thrill of their lives. One after one, getting a little more daring each time, Pamela enacts the typical stage-flop show each time stealing a wicked glance in my direction.
With every movement & attention she plays upon the young boys, along with every naughty glance & wicked smile she throws my way, I feel myself growing more & more excited. If she could only see how firm & now hard I was in response to her actions, I'm sure she'd be quite pleased with herself! Yet by the look in her eye, she already knows what effect she's having upon me which must have been her plan all the while!
Her time on stage comes to a close as the crowd cheers her exit & departure. After a few minutes of collecting herself she reappears from the side and makes her way over to my table. Young man after young man tries to get her attention hoping, wishing, desiring to get an up close & more personal encounter with Pamela. It seems like its taking forever for her to get to my table as she politely dismisses each young man's request. Every set of eyes are on her as she continues to make her way over to me. I can feel the heat of everyone's glare, as I'm sure she can as well, with the thought on everyone's mind; "Who the hell is this guy & why did she go straight to him!"
"Hey There Playa! I hope you enjoyed the show? Do you like my outfit?", Pamela says knowing only all too well that her cop outfit had a way of driving me wild!
"I sure did ... Err ... I mean I sure do! I thought it & you had been retired for good? Not that I object, but that's something I thought I would never see again!"
