This chapter happened two weeks after introducing Alex to Rayne's adventures. The Sunday after that night Rayne and I discussed a lot of things and made a decision that I was going to move into the house with her. The following Tuesday we recruited Alex into helping me move from the apartment. We couldn't do it that Sunday because I slept late again and Rayne had taken Alex and Kitty home already. We couldn't move anything the first weekend because Alex had to go out of town on business.
The weekend, the third weekend of May, that this chapter takes place in Rayne left town to visit friends in the Bay area. This weekend was also the weekend before finals at school. Alex came over as I pulled up with a rented moving truck. Most of my furniture was going to Goodwill as Rayne had better stuff and we didn't need another bed in the house, there were five already. Alex and I seemed to run through packing the truck and by noon it was full and my apartment was close to empty, only the TV and one chair left. As we hopped into the cab my cell phone rang. It was Rayne, "Hey, baby, I forgot to give you something. It's in the kitchen at the house. Enjoy." I never said a word before she hung up. She seemed in very high spirits.
I have no doubt my expression was showing my mystification. Alex looked at me questioningly, so I told him that Rayne had left something in the kitchen. He jumped at the chance to go to the house. He told me later that he was a little jealous that I was moving in to that mansion. With his encouragement I drove the truck there. God I hate those trucks, you can't see anything behind you.
We entered the house and went to the kitchen. Next to the fridge was a bag full of clothes with a note on it. 'Please take these to Goodwill. Love Ya, Rayne.'
I grabbed the bag a little peeved and started to storm out of the kitchen, when Alex said, "Hey, Ry, who's Jenny?"
"What?" I asked turning to him and dropping the bag down.
"I found this note here on the counter next to the bottle of Gentleman Jack here. It says, 'Thanks for the tip' and the name Jenny is on the other side," he answered picking up and handing the slip of paper to me. It was from a small notepad.
"I don't know who Jenny is, but I think I could find her at The Skyline," I replied, pointing out the logo in the corner of the page on the side with the note. The logo has an old style propeller airplane flying towards the sun on the horizon over a desert. A signpost sticking up high from the desert floor had the name written across it. "Let's finish with the truck then head on over."
"I'd love to man but I have to get back to the apartment early tonight because I have an early flight out in the morning."
"Man when are you going to be able to stay at home for more than a week at a time?" I asked, giving him a smile, picking the bag up and leading the way out of the house.
"I like the job and I don't mind the travel. I get to see a lot of things I probably would never see otherwise," he said with a huge grin as we hopped into the truck and took off. Little did I know what it was that he saw. He told me about a year ago. This whole thing takes place around four years ago.
Time flew by while we drove to Goodwill, unloaded the truck and returned it. At five we were puling back into the parking lot for the apartment complex in Alex's car. He dropped me at the foot to my stairs and almost floored it leaving.
I ran up and showered quickly. Dressed in the same clothes that I wore during the day before going to the movies and Haven, I slid down the stairs and into my car. It took about twenty minutes to get to The Skyline. I drove past and went to get something to eat and saw a movie. I wanted to wait until eight o'clock or later before going into the joint. I didn't want people to think I was too much of a perv if they saw me.
The Skyline is a gentlemen's club that Rayne and I have been frequenting for years now. Ever since the February of the year we met. She took me there as a surprise on our third date. After that we were there at least twice a month if not more.
The first time we went one stripper caught my eye. Her stage name was Raven. She stood about five foot six, with the stripper heals on she looked six foot tall Rayne in the eye. Her stripper persona was a Goth chick. The only color she wore was black and sometimes she wore crosses. Her hair was the color of her name and fell in layers to the middle of her back. Her skin was pale which with the black hair made her blue eyes pop. Her lips were soft and always blood red. She had a D-cup chest, that I found out later was fake. She had three tattoos; on her left shoulder blade was a tattoo of a female angel in the shape of a cross, the wings were spread straight across and the angel had her arms up over her head; on her lower back was Celtic knotting that extended from one hip to the other and down to the top of her ass crack; the final one, a Celtic cross, was to the left of the very narrow landing strip of pubic hair, that she always wore. Depending on the type of panties she wore anyone could glimpse the left arm of the cross.
When I walked in to the foyer, I heard and felt a Rob Zombie song blasting from the speakers. Rich, a bull of a man, was on door detail that night. Even though he had seen me in there before he still wanted to see my ID, which confused me. When I handed it over it almost disappeared in his meaty hand. He looked it over then produced a black light penlight from the pocket of his black, tuxedo-style vest. His body strained the white dress shirt and black slacks he wore under the vest. He showed it to the DJ sitting in the booth next to the entrance.
The booth blocked the view of the main stage across the room from the entrance. The room is roughly the size of a little league baseball field, squared off instead of rounded like a baseball field. Let's say home plate was at the entrance where Rich stood. Along the first base line, which was an uncarpeted walkway, was an ATM, the nonalcoholic bar, the small raised and curtained area for private lap dances, and in a hallway passed the wall enclosing the room were the restrooms, women's room first. The third base line had the DJ booth next to home plate, beyond that was a bench that ran all around the room on the wall, including the small hip height wall separating the walkway from the main room. There were four doorways into the room, the entrance for the customers, the hallway for the restrooms, one door on the same wall as the restroom hall, and a small hall leading to the door for the dressing room about three quarters down the wall of the third base line. The door on the restroom hall wall was almost directly across the room from the small hall and between the stages. There are about a dozen small round tables surrounded by chairs in the middle of the room and another dozen tables spaced evenly around the room near the bench.
There are two stages in the room. One, the second stage, separated the restroom hall from the other door. The main stage was attached to the only wall I have not mentioned yet. Both stages are the same size; about fifteen feet on the wall and stick out into the room about ten feet with rounded corners. Along the outside of the stages are rails and low counters for the customers' drinks. The stages are two tiered with one pole attached to each stage set stage right and forward on the upper tier. The lower tier runs along the edge of the entire structure next to the railing and is about three feet wide from upper tier to tip rail at any point.
Rich finally handed my driver's license back, took my money and allowed me to enter. There were about two-dozen people in the club; that includes the employees. There were two bouncers, the only male employees in the club that I saw, Rich and another bear of a man nicknamed Bear. I have never heard him called by any other name. The DJ and bartender were seated in their respective positions. The DJ, DJ Cee, was dressed in shin length board shorts and a loose tank top. When she turned to look at my license, I was able to see the side of her right tit. The bartender was in a low cut, almost to her crotch, tight fitting black dress that fell almost to her knees.
There were two waitresses. They were the two female employees in the room with clothing that they could have worn on the streets, if they wanted to. They wore a thin white t-shirt, with the club's logo across the back and there name on the upper left chest, a black bra visible through the shirt, tight denim skirts that barely cover their asses and two inch heels that could have been bought at any shoe store. One of the girls actually had her top tied in a knot on her back displaying her midriff and belly button ring.
The rest of the employees, the six dancers, were scattered around the room. One of them was on stage, it was Raven, topless and the rest were seated with patrons or, in the case of Rayne's favorite Ivy, talking with Bear near the dressing room. There were Ivy and Raven, as I mentioned, plus Candy, Siren, Topaz and a new girl.
Ivy is five foot three and fit, as most dancers seemed to be. She had a D-cup chest, also fake, and a nice hourglass figure. She tended to wear earth tones and generally had some type of ivy headband in her almost ass length brown hair.
Candy was the only black woman there that night. She is five foot five with C-cup breasts and short blonde hair. She wore bright pastel colors or clothing with candy prints.
Siren is a five foot two inch tall Asian woman with B-cup breasts and long straight black hair. She wore togas and or golden colored costumes. I always found it interesting that the little Asian woman was dressing to be part of the Greek/Roman mythos.
