Tony spent the next hour or so in the dark, in the back of the club, watching Lauren and the other girls dance onstage. He was having a very hard time believing he wasn't in a dream. He even tried to wake himself up a few times. It was no use. The lap dance that Lauren had given him was burned in his memoryβno woman had ever fucked him like that before. Who the hell was she, anyway? A dancer in a club! He didn't even know if Lauren was her real name! She hadn't even bothered with a condom! Tony shook his head, not sure what to think. Lauren watched him from behind the bar as he left the club. She smiled at him and told him to "Come again!"
Tony got on the bus and headed for his apartment. It wasn't a long ride. He had to cross his legs to hide his erection. He couldn't stop thinking about Lauren. He'd had her lap dances before, a few times, but this fucking business was something altogether new! He couldn't believe he had given her all that money, and he couldn't believe that she had taken his cock out and fucked him! She had never done that to him before. He wondered if she had ever done it to anyone else, in the back of the club like that.
He got off the bus and walked up the stairs to his third floor apartment. The building he lived in was old and didn't have elevators. He unlocked the door and went inside. The apartment was dark and quiet. He instantly knew that something was wrong. It was too damn quiet. He flipped on a light, and saw that half his apartment was gone. There was a sealed envelope with his name on it, sitting on an empty kitchen table. He was already pretty sure what she had written.
"Great," he said, to his empty apartment. "At least I don't have to tell her I'm a cheat."
*****
Lauren watched him leave the club, and told him to "Come again!" as he walked out. He had given her almost a thousand dollars, and she had fucked him. She went home that night to her little apartment, and couldn't figure out what had come over her. She shared the apartment with her friend Kitty, who worked with her at the club. That night they wound down from work with a few screwdrivers, and Lauren finally worked up her courage and asked Kitty: "Have you ever, you know, done it with any of the guys in the club?"
"Done what?" Kitty asked, sipping on her second screwdriver.
"You know," Lauren said. "Fucked a guy."
"I slept with one of the bartenders for a little while, but then he quit. Is that what you mean?"