"Baby," Chantal said softly to Katherine, as she lay curled up next to her on the mattress.
They had spent the previous several hours making love, and now the black dancer needed to wake her so they could get to the club on time.
"Mmmm...hmmm..." Katherine's exhaled an exhausted but satisfied reply.
"We need to get ready for work," her lover whispered.
Numerous times during the week she had tried to think of ways to get out of meeting Chantal at her apartment, but the continued excitement exhibited by the young dancer had made her keep the appointment. Now that it was over, she was glad she did, as they had experienced several hot hours together, and her concerns about Myles' participation proved unfounded when he didn't appear.
An hour later, they were in a dirty cab headed for the club wearing jeans and sweatshirts, which was in stark contrast to how they would soon be dressed. Together they primped and prepared for their respective roles in the club's dressing room, and walked into the main area a few minutes before their scheduled time.
The week thus far had been quite challenging for Katherine. It had started with her acceptance that she needed Sam to fulfill her academic goals which led to their sexual encounter. She still clung to the idea that it had been forced upon her, although she continued to be wracked with guilt by her lewd responses. Also, there was the inertia around getting back into the routine of the club. She had mentally disengaged when she succeeded in acquiring what she thought was the full set of surveys, and was now struggling to regain a comfort level. The hours in the club seemed to creep by, and so far, no new girls had started which further added to her stress.
Slowly, over the next couple weeks, Katherine found a renewed balance with the routine and vibe of the club. She was pleased when several new girls appeared, and since Sam had placed no restrictions on her, she was able to approach them and quickly conclude their surveys. It was progress, although slow, and by her calculations it would take at least two more months to get the required data.
Amazingly, other than the periodic calls for her to dance, Sam didn't approach her for sex. It was something she had been quite worried about after giving in to his demand, and she had actually thought through and rehearsed in her head the response she would give if he tried. She thought his apparent lack of interest was odd, and for some reason her mind kept coming back to it.
It was late on a Friday and Jesus Vasquez drove his battered fifteen-year-old pickup into the parking lot of the strip club and parked in the rear, passing several empty spaces along the way. For some reason, it just seemed right that he take a spot in the back, as that had always been his place in life. Crossing the border when he was just a teen, he had scrabbled together an existence that always seemed one step away from catastrophe. Now, his meager earnings first went to his four children, divided between two ex-wives, leaving him with very little to live on. His visit to the club was a treat, a rare treat, that he really couldn't afford, but he was at a point where he just had to live a little or go insane.
Jesus was a thirty-eight-year-old nondescript man that went through life attracting little attention. Everything about him, from his 5'9" height to his 170 lbs. frame cried out average. He was so used to moving through life unnoticed that when something did occur that brought the spotlight to him it made him nervous and anxious.
After a short walk across the lot, he entered the club, paid the cover and moved quickly to the only empty table along the back wall. A skinny blond girl was onstage, just starting her two-song set, which instantly drew his attention. Jesus liked blonde women and they were usually the subject of his sexual fantasies when he was alone in his apartment and in the mood.
"What can I get you?" a female voice asked.
"A beer please...a Bud," he answered in a thick accent, without breaking his gaze from the stage.
The beer arrived and he sipped it slowly while watching the blonde finish her set. Only then did he take the time to more fully look around the club and take in his surroundings. He had been inside once before, and although it had been over a year ago, he realized that in that time nothing really had changed.
He was just finishing the beer when he noticed a new dancer arrive on the stage. He saw she was a fresh looking dark haired woman that seemed out of place. He also had the odd feeling he knew her from somewhere and he stared at her trying to determine the reason for the apparent familiarity while she moved. It was only when she turned away, when he saw her lovely ass in the tiny g-string, that the thought struck him. He struggled to accept it as reality as the idea seemed so preposterous, but her pretty features and shapely rear reminded him of the young woman he sometimes saw in the late afternoon at the University where he worked as a janitor. He had seen her only a few times as he didn't go on duty until six, but he had vivid memory of her in a tight red skirt walking away from him. Even though he was a man more into blondes, it was something that had stayed with him.
Kat continued to dance unaware of the unwanted recognition she had garnered. The voyeuristic opportunity to see her become almost naked while she remained unaware greatly excited the Hispanic man, and as more of her well-toned body came into view, he felt his cock harden. Also, he could tell by the reactions of the men around him that he was not alone. She had the room's full attention, and some were now moving towards the front of the stage.
Jesus was well into his second beer when Kat, having finished her turn on stage, joined a man at a table only ten feet away. Now, with a closer view, he became even more convinced that she was the woman from the school. Unsure why she would be working in such a place, his mind, helped by the beer, began to consider reasons. Was she doing it for the money? Was she some slut that got off on getting naked?
It wasn't long before she started a table dance for the man, and when her top came off and he saw her breasts with the small nipples pointing up, his cock once again became hard. Even though twenty dollars was a lot of money for the janitor, he knew he wasn't going to leave until she danced for him. Jesus had downed two more beers by the time Kat came to him, fulfilling a request he made to the waitress almost an hour before. When she arrived, he was so nervous that he directed her to dance at the first change of song, which occurred almost immediately. The young professor gave no indication that she recognized him, so he relaxed and enjoyed watching her as the few garments she was wearing came off leaving her in just the G-string. Her marveled at the beauty of her toned body as she danced, but there was something else too. Something about the fact that he knew of her from outside the club acted like a catalyst to multiply his excitement leaving him practically shaking.
Katherine indeed had experienced a brief sense of recognition of the man, but put it down to someone she had previously seen in the club. She made no connection to her real life, her position at the University, and simply concentrated on the dance. Near the end of the song, Kat moved close to the man while facing him and Jesus, unable to resist, lifted his shaky hands and placed them on her breasts. His thumbs quickly found her nipples and began tweaking them rapidly.
"Easy," she softly reprimanded him, when seconds later he squeezed the soft flesh.
Soon, the song was over, and Jesus realized he was breathing deeply as she moved away with his twenty-dollar bill in her hand. With a quick swig to finish his beer, he rose and left the club as he processed what had occurred.
For some reason, on the following Monday Jesus consciously worked in areas of the building to avoid seeing Katherine, thinking somehow, he might get in trouble. However, by Wednesday his mindset had changed and for the remainder of the week he arrived early and was conspicuous with his presence in the hallway near where he thought was her office. It was late on Friday when he suddenly saw her office door fly open about twenty feet away, and she burst forth in a flurry with a handful of papers headed towards the copy machine in the opposite direction. She was wearing stylish gray pants and a pale blue sweater, and he watched her pretty butt swing as she moved. Jesus pushed his cart until he was directly in front of her door and pretended to be working on a spot on the floor until the sound of her shoes indicated her return.
Katherine was looking down at the papers as she walked, but when she got close she looked up and they made eye contact. A second later it hit, the recognition and meaning, and the young woman stopped dead in her tracks with an astonished look. However, just as quickly she recovered and stepped into her office closing the door swiftly behind her. Jesus knew he had been right and also knew she had recognized him. With a smile, he shuffled down the hallway pushing his cart before him.
Katherine was shaking as she fell into her chair and just as quickly stood back up, suddenly unable to remain still. Her mind was filled with thoughts about the disastrous situation she now faced. She knew that if the University was aware of the reality, no explanation would keep her from being terminated. She also realized she was running late and needed to leave immediately for the club or risk Sam's wrath, so there was no opportunity to try and talk to the janitor even if she wanted to.
