All sexual contact in this story occurs between persons who are eighteen years old or older.
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With midnight fast approaching, the industrial east side of Phoenix had lost its daytime luster, the exception being the always busy Sky Harbour Airport and another bustling institution located just minutes away on East Washington Street. Its sprawling parking lot overflowed with cars to the streets edge, where atop a 40 foot post stood a luminous sign proudly displaying the picture of a busty young blonde with the words "The Thirsty Tease" emblazoned above, and a marquee sign below stating, "Crystal's final show."
A steady stream of potential customers from their late teens to their late seventies lined up to enter the building. Upon arrival at the guarded door, money was gleefully given to either of the two bouncers adorned in identical black business suits; identification was shown and depending on the youthfulness of the potential patrons scrutinized for authenticity. Yes, teens lined up, but were rejected, while the adults, usually men, were allowed through the golden doors.
"Nick is this bullshit about Crystal really true?" asked a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair and matching mustache, who was dwarfed in height by Nick Miller the taller of the two bouncers, whom he was talking to. "Please tell me it isn't so. She's the best dancer you all have."
"Tom Hart, wow it's been months since I've seen you. It's been too long." Nick said with both of his giant hands closing over the man's smaller hand shaking it, then taking the ten dollar bill Tom had held in the palm of his hand. "Yeah sadly she's moving on to another career, we'd love it if she stayed forever, but I hear she has one hell of a last show planned, so enjoy."
"So tonight's really her last night?"
"Tom, when you get in there you'll see we have some fresh tight new bodies that are sure to impress long after Crystal's gone, so yeah, this is Crystal's last night but she's taught these new girls every trick she knows."
"Every trick? Hmh you don't say. I sure hope so. Well I'm going to go in and get one last dance from her, thanks Nick, wait I didn't show you my driver's license," Tom said going back into his wallet.
"Tom I've known you for almost the entirety of the six years that I've worked here... yeah you've been coming here regularly for five years," Nick replied. "You're like family Tom. I feel bad even taking cover from you."
"Don't feel bad, this is a business, every freebie adds up. I know, I am a businessman after all, so I understand. I'm a realist Nick, I'm not delusional like most men that come in here with irrational expectations; you provide great customer service, always sending the best girls my way. Nick you're good people, at the end of the night I'll give you a big tip," Tom said as he walked beyond the gold plated doors and then the secondary doors, into the bright neon lights and gentle beats inside the packed club.
Nick smiled and nodded at Tom as he disappeared inside. Now that he was gone Nick went back to standing with his fellow bouncer awaiting more patrons, but it had fallen slow as the busy period had already peaked, on this special night.
Then all of a sudden three cars pulled in to the last three available parking spaces, all three being clearly marked handicapped spaces. "Look at these able bodied assholes!" Nick blurted out angrily, his face turning a blushing red, red not in anger but in disappointment as he saw seven young ladies disembark from the three cars.
"Whoa, Nick look at that black haired curvy babe, God I would love to bend that bitch over and fuck her ass silly, let's make an exception this time and let these girls in," Said Garry Haynes, the identically dressed bouncer standing beside Nick. Garry keenly noticed the group of seven girls who were dressed to impress with styled hair, jewelry and ridiculously short mini dresses.
"Garry even though I've only worked with you for a few months I like you, so don't let your mouth change that. Just trust me when I tell you to shut the fuck up," Nick said, putting his long fingers atop his forehead, pressing in firmly, while glancing over a few steps away at his fellow bouncer, whom he towered over in height.
"Nick look at her body in that tight black mini dress. God she's just perfect in all the right places, did you see that ass when she got out of her car? Her full breasts, those wet peachy lips and her cheeks... Jesus Christ what a sexy face, she's definitely not underage if that's the part your worried about, she's clearly over 18, maybe not 21, but just this time make an exception to the 21-and-over rule, let her and her friends in. Maybe she'll give one of us a little something. You can't tell me you wouldn't fuck her, she's hotter than any girl inside. Maybe not as hot as Crystal, but god damn she even has a rope-like ponytail made for pulling her back onto my cock."
Nicks fingers pressed against his forehead, then brushed over his jet black hair, "I can guarantee you I wouldn't, and that you won't either."
"What... Oh, yeah, of course, it's only been three months and you're still getting over your breakup with Lisa. Breaking off a seven-year relationship and an engagement will do that to you. So you're out of the game, but I'd give that black haired bitch eight hard inches she'd not soon forget," Garry said with a devilish grin.
Nick removed his hands from atop his head, and placed them in his pants pockets as they curled up into fists. He let out a long sigh, and then turned his head directly toward Garry, his bright piercing blue pupils keen on Garry's browns. "Garry... Garry dude, that's my little sister. So go ahead and shut the fuck up. Okay?"
Garry's eyelids widened, glancing back and forth between Nick and the quickly approaching beauty. With the information just provided he was now aware of the few tiny similarities like the eyes and the hair; then Garry looked away embarrassed as Nick's sister and a group of her friends neared Nick.
With his left hand free from his pocket, Nick brushed his hair and sighed once more, preparing his mind for the usual conversation he and his little sister typically had. "Brooke, why are you here?" he asked in his lowest tone, looking at his sister who he usually stood a foot over, tonight's exception being her cute black ankle boots that propelled her up three inches.
"Like, why do you think Nick? I'm celebrating my birthday with my friends, so don't embarrass me in front of them, okay? Be a good big brother." Brooke said pleadingly with her darting black lashes and her bright blue eyes looking up at the exceptionally tall behemoth of a brother questioning her as she ran her polished French tipped nails over her long raven haired ponytail, which was braided into a rope style, resting over her right shoulder.
"It's a bit early," Nick rebutted.
"Honestly Nick it's not early, you probably already have hundreds of perverts up in there," Brooke replied, extending her right hand and its manicured fingers towards the clubs gold colored doors.
"It's not that early, it's after eleven. Look at the full parking lot," said a curvy-bodied blonde haired girl standing behind Brooke.
