The life of a stripper has its perks...mainly making loads of money without any serious training or education necessary to succeed. Unfortunately insomnia is not something I would refer to as a perk. Last January I had one of the good perks; two days off in a row. Almost unheard of for me because either I'm working six days a week or my schedule is just broken up to allow only one day off at a time and I usually spend that time sleeping through the day like I normally would anyway. I guess that's what happens when you're the "exotic" Asian girl at the strip club, I'm always in demand. Well with the days off I decided to break my pattern up and sleep at night so I could see the day for a change and do things like, you know, normal people. In my line of work you're normally working all night into the early morning, sleeping through the day like a vampire and waking up at night. This time was supposed to have been different, but when you've worked the same night shift for a couple of years straight a two day sabbatical is not going to eliminate the habit your body is used to. Case in point, that long winter night.
It started Tuesday at about 4 a.m. I had just finished my shift at Valerie's and knowing I was going to have Wednesday and Thursday off I figured that I should stay up through the day so I could catch some sleep that night then wake up refreshed about 8 or so the next morning, go to the mall, the bank, catch a movie...whatever I wanted to do. Negative. Instead I accidentally took a long enough nap in the middle of the day to fuck all that up. I didn't think it was too bad but once I saw that I woke up around 5:45 p.m. I knew I was screwed.
I spent my time before bed trying to use up some energy in order to make sure I was tired around midnight. Since I always take a shower when I get off of work (and really, who wants to come home smelling like work with any profession) all I needed to do was throw some clothes on to leave the house. I picked out my favorite lime green, long sleeved, v-neck sweater from VS (I never wear bras outside of work, I've got a full set of B's that don't move too much), a pair of Paris Blues jeans to contour this half a basketball shaped ass in back of me and the greatest winter asset, a pair of tan Timberland boots. I grabbed my black bubble goose coat and Nokia phone on the way out of the door and with perfect timing, Aiden called me as I was locking the door.
"Hey babe," I answered.
"Hey to you too, Joan," he responded. "Were you still coming by later on tonight?"
"Of course, I never say things unless I mean 'em."
"Just making sure 'cause I'm leaving for a little while and I wanted to see what time you would be here so I could be back on time."
"I'll be there about 10. I'm about to run around myself for the next little bit so don't worry about me just yet but know that I'll be there."
"Marvelous. See you then babe."
"Bye."
Finally, I was going to get some one on one time with Aiden. He and I had known each other for a few months when a couple of weeks prior, Liz had one of her patented Get Laid Parties in which we hooked up one decent time. I do count it as the first time we had sex but it's hard to say that we were each others' focus since it was at a GLP. From what I remember of that night I was in the middle of getting eaten out when Aiden approached me and let me know that he had wanted to fuck me since the day we met. We had a good go round in Liz's kitchen but if you know anything about her GLPs' you know that there are a lot of people going at it at once and although we both climaxed it was short lived because my attention was diverted to a short and beautiful redhead with a flip haircut and his was taken by a husband and wife couple in need of an extra digit. Since then I planned to one day get a good crack at him and when I got the two days off the light bulb went off in my head. He was the sexiest guy with clothes on or off and the fact that I could never peg his nationality intrigued me. I wanted his dick to wear me out so I could pass out and actually get the sleep I needed at the time I wanted it and nothing was going to stop that.
The city of Nocturnal has the great distinction of having so many businesses within walking distance from my apartment downtown so even in the middle of winter, getting around was never a problem, even on my feet. First stop was to Chloe's corner market to grab a newspaper and then onto the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut restaurant where I sat down with my paper and a supreme personal pan. To this day no one ever believes I read the paper so I always buy one from a store instead of subscribing just to show it off and read it in front of people; strippers aren't as dumb as you might think we are. After my pizza fix I called Liz up to see if it was cool to come kick it before my rendezvous later on. Since she lived in the same building as me it was never a problem for me to show up, announced or not, but sometimes I liked to know if I was going to walk into an orgy or not. Not because it offended me or anything but in case I wasn't in the mood I wanted to be warned.
I picked up and headed to Starbucks for a grande, raspberry mocha and then back to my apartment to pull out a sexy little number for later. I planned to try it on in front of Liz once I got there so instead of putting it on then I carried it with me to her front door only one flight up. I didn't bother knocking since I didn't mind what was happening that night but I actually only found her and two black guys watching Inside Man on HD DVD. "Hey babe," she said, hopping up to hug me as I entered. I love coming to see Liz because she honestly never has much, if any, clothes on. If I remember correctly she only had on a really long white wife beater that fit rather snug on her little self and a pair of black flip flops.
