Upstairs with Hawaii
Johnny and Chrissy went into the strip club. They were met by a bouncer, who was familiar with them; he waved them in.
They headed for their normal stools at the bar, sitting down and looking into the dark setting, watching a stripper slide against the strip pole. The pretty young bartender came over, and asked "Your usual?" Chrissy wanted her Grey Goose dirty martini, and Johnny ordered his Pernod Ricard, a French aperitif.
Chrissy stood to tell Johnny that she was going to the restroom. He nodded and turned to watch the stripper.
Chrissy's fantasy woman, the evening bartender, walked in. She was Asian, tall and shapely, with nice breasts and brown skin decorated with tribal tattoos on her shoulder. Chrissy wanted to fuck her for a long time.
Hawaii came to me. "Where have you been?" as she hugged me, pulling me into her breasts while I inhaled her warm, sexy smell.
She released me from her hug but kept her arms around me.
I told Hawaii, "Chrissy has been less interested in coming in lately. She had great experiences with Misty, and then xxx, but they left, we guess, and there's only one woman that she's interested in now.
Hawaii looked into my eyes, "Who is that?"
"Why, it's you. She's always wanted to come here to watch you dance, but it's never worked out."
"Yeah, but I don't dance that often. It kinda embarrasses me because I'm not a good dancer."
I laughed. "I don't think she cares about your dancing. She's interested in you."
Hawaii arced her eyebrows, surprised but pleased, and said "Oh, really?"
"Absolutely. Whenever she talks about women, you are the first that she dreams about. She wants a casual relationship with a woman, but not a young woman like xxx."
"Casual relationship?" Hawaii wondered out loud.
"Yeah. Occasional lunch, dinner. Maybe an evening, once in a while."
Johnny thought Hawaii caught the implication of "Maybe an evening, once in a while." Hawaii understood.
"Oh. She never asked me."
Johnny didn't know what Chrissy and Hawaii had talked about, but he had encouraged Chrissy to give her cell number to Hawaii, so she could text Chrissy when she danced. Guess Chrissy hadn't.
At that very minute, Chrissy walked up to Johnny and Hawaii. Hawaii turned to Chrissy and hugged her. "I haven't seen you lately. Thought you lost interest in coming here."
"Oh no. We just haven't made it in lately. We still want to come here, if nothing else."
"I thought you lost interest."
"Never," whispered Chrissy.
Hawaii left to go to the bar, but her hand lingered on Chrissy for an additional second.
Johnny and Chrissy turned to their drinks. Johnny said, "I still think you have a chance with her."
In her normal pessimistic way, "I doubt it."
Johnny and Chrissy watched Hawaii count the bar's bank, a normal process of management turnover.
Johnny turned to watch the dancer, but Chrissy kept watching Hawaii. After a few minutes, Chrissy said, "I'm going to the restroom again. Sorry."
Johnny whispered, "Going to jack off?"