Prologue
This story really begins five years ago. Victor Maxell was the founder and CEO of Maxell International, the largest and most profitable tech firms in the Santa Barbera area. He had it all: movie star good looks, fast cars, a nice home, and more money than Gates and tons of expensive toys. The only down side to his life was his wife. She was a lovely woman but he only married her because he knocked her up. His marriage was a joke and he needed a distraction and he needed it bad. And he found it.
Driving home late one night Victor noticed a billboard he had not seen before. It featured a scantily clad woman clutching a pole seductively. The sign read "The Back Room: A New Kind of Gentleman's Club." The grand opening was that night. Why the hell not he could always use a lap dance.
To be honest The Back Room was just like any other gentleman's club. He was dark and smoky with one stage and a bar. So much for truth in advertising but it beat going home Victor told himself.
"Gentlemen, put your hands together for the lovely Roxie!"
Some kind of supposedly sexy techno music began to play overhead. A spot light illuminated the stage. And out she stepped. Roxie. God she was gorgeous. She was young at least 18 if he had to guess. A lean build with legs to die for. They seemed to go on forever. And that ass, god it was nearly perfect. The chest was a little small but the long wavy brown hair framing those fiery dark eyes and full pouty lips more than made up for it.
And he noticed this despite the fact she was dressed in a dark blue power suit and Ducky (Pretty in Pink) fedora. She sauntered around the stage enjoying every moment of her little show. The first thing to come off was the left shoe which she tossed back stage. Then came the right. She then unbuttoned her pants but left them on. Instead she started unbuttoning her shirt from the top down slowly. She had the tease part down pat.
Halfway down, she stopped. She instead started unbuttoning the other way. God she was hot. Then she slid off her pants and tossed them aside. Underneath her firm ass was held tight by a thong that seemed to disappear. Then with a final flourish she undid the last button of her shirt and let it drop to the ground. Beneath her pert little breasts were supported by a neon pink bra.
She grabbed the pole and began a wonderfully seductive little dance. She hung upside down, gyrated and everything else she could seem to think of. Then the bra came off. The whoops and cat calls reached a fever pitch. Then the song ended and she was gone. A waitress came by.
"Miss, miss."
"Yes?"
"Can I arrange a lap dance from that young woman? Roxie, I mean."
"You sure can. Just a sec."
Less than ten minutes later there she was. She stood next to his table bare tits in his face.
"I hear you wanted to talk to me."
"Oh I want to do a little more than just talk."
"Good, so do I."
She took his hand and led him to a private room in the back. It was small and dark with blue mood lighting. She pushed him into a soft plush red chair. He handed over his money and she got to work. She climbed up onto his lap and started her dance. She began to rub herself all around him without ever touching.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah?"
"What's with the hat?"
"Oh this? It never comes off."
"Why not?"
"It's lucky."
"Well that's good."
"Why's that?"
"Because I want to get lucky."
