Authors Note: All characters are fictional and are over eighteen years of age.
I picked up the flyer and read the hand written note on the back,
"This is where you can find Roxy!"
It was signed, "Sara."
I turned the paper over and it was a handbill for a strip club along the interstate. They listed their headliner as "Moxy Roxy."
It said she appears Thursday through Monday.
I googled the club and it would be about a five hour drive.
It was Monday and I had the night off. If I was going to act, it had to be tonight.
I quickly packed my suitcase. There was a motel next to the club so I called for a reservation. I was on hold as I locked the door of my room behind me.
I could hear women chattering down the hall, I had to go that way to get to my car, so I was hoping I could just sneak past them.
The reservation gal came on, luckily they had rooms open for the night. I stopped at the front desk, put my suit case down, and started jotting down the motel info on a pad sitting on the counter.
I repeated the info as I wrote it down,
"Gulf motel, off Interstate forty five, Galveston Texas."
Then I read my credit card numbers to the lady of the phone.
I figure I could drive there, check in, and catch some sleep before the show.
The sound I heard suddenly stopped, then I peered into the manager's office.
Christine the general manager, was setting in her office with Sara and two women that I had never seen before. They were sitting in front of the security monitor, but it was turned off.
"Is that him?" One of the women asked in a low voice.
"Yes," whispered Christine.
They looked kind of guilty and I assumed they were all watching the video.
Sara broke the tension,
"Good morning Boss, anything new?"
All the women snickered and looked at my crotch. Feeling their stares, I held my suitcase in front of me hoping to stop their gaze.
I was embarrassed beyond belief, all these women were viewing and ogling over my naked genitals on the screen before they heard me and shut the feed off. One of them was my lead night waitress, I decided to act like it was no big deal.
"Ok, ok, you women have your fun, my penis and I are going on an overnighter."
Sara called out,
"Did you get the flyer Floyd found?"
"I slipped it under your door."
"Oh that," I said trying to fend that I was uninterested,
"Yes, thank you, got to run now."
I had almost made it to the door when Christine blurted out,
"Be sure to say hello to Roxy for us, drive careful."
"Yes, I will do that!"
I'm sure they heard the whole conversation with the motel. I dashed to my car as fast as I could.
I set my GPS and the voice directed me the short distance to Interstate forty five. My tires hummed on the road as I set my cruise control to the speed limit.
I settled back in my seat and prepared myself for the long five hour drive.
The radio was no interest to me at that moment, so I turned it off. I had a lot of thinking to do. The big question was what I was going to do or say if or when I find Roxy.
The element of surprise was gone, she will recognize me right away, and what if she runs? She's likely annoyed with me for my deceit by not using my first name at the diner.
She unwittingly had sex with her son, that can't be sitting well with her.
I should just turn around and forget the whole thing, but I can't, I was hopelessly in love with her.
So, I had no choice but just go for it, if she didn't feel the same adoration for me as I did for her, I needed to know. I was going to tell her one way or another that I loved her and let the chips fall as they may.
My thoughts turned to my late night visitor, what if she was Roxy?
Why would she run out like that, leaving me aroused and frustrated?
The miles wore on, I eventually started noticing the distance and time it takes to get to Galveston. It didn't add up.
Roxy would have to have done her show, immediately got in her car and make the five hour drive, bust into my room, spend two minutes with me, then drive back.
It didn't make sense, so I started to ponder as to who else it could have been.
My first thought was maybe it was one of the young college student waitresses that I had hired, fucking the boss would pay dividends if done right. But that wouldn't explain why she ran out like she did, maybe she just chickened out at the last minute. I did have one with the body type of my night visitor, but she had a daughter and a steady boyfriend.
The miles wore on...
Perhaps it was one of the strippers? Cinnamon was definitely that body type but what would have been her motivation?
How about Dixie, the new dancer?
She was the new gal and needed to make a name for herself. What if Crystal had told her that I had trouble getting aroused and she made some sort of bet with her and some of the other dancers.
That kind of made sense, and the video would prove it. Soon the dancers were bound to see it.
The longer I drove, the more that scenario made sense. She unquestionably had the body type and that would explain why she wouldn't let me touch her tits, I'd know it was her once I felt her pierced nipples.
My thoughts turned back to Roxy,
I started to fanaticize about what a life of mutual commitment with her would be like? How would I feel about having a romantic relationship with her by day and know she'll be fucking men for profit at night. How is that possibly going to work? Somehow I didn't care.
My daydreaming was interrupted,
"In two hundred feet stop and pay toll," my GPS announced as I approached the bridge over Galveston Bay.
It isn't going to be far now I thought.
A few more miles and my GPS indicated that I had arrived at my destination.
I pulled into the motel parking lot and checked in.
The set up was very similar to what I have in Dallas, a truck stop, diner, and a motel. In the midst of it all was the strip club.
My plan to catch some sleep before the show was just a pipedream, I was way too hyped up to sleep.
I kept going over and over in my head what I was going to say to Roxy, soon I should have my chance.
I went to the diner for some chow, it's interesting all the familiar faces I saw. Many of the truckers were regulars at my diner. I didn't know their names, but we nodded as our way to say hello.
I took a seat in a booth and ordered the nightly special. As I looked around it occurred to me that most of these guys are going to be at the show tonight and will be there specifically to see Roxy.
Getting close to Roxy could be tougher than I first thought.
I figured that if I went to the club at about nine o'clock maybe Roxy will be there working the room before her show. That would give me a chance to talk to her.
I still had two hours to kill so I went for a drive along the Gulf. The minutes clicked by like hours and my anticipation increased with every stroke of the clock.
Eight o'clock finally came and went, I drove back to the motel and sat in my car, studying the clock. At times I had myself convinced that it was broken because the time seemed to be standing still. At the pace of snail inching across a wet driveway, the time was finally nine straight up.
I entered the building and paid the cover charge. I took a seat at the bar in the dimly lit room. A few dancers were working the floor but Roxy wasn't one of them. I got the attention of the scantily clad female bartender and ordered my usual Kentucky Bourbon, two shots, neat.
When the first dancer took the stage I was paying less attention to her body but more on her dance technique and what she did for the crowd to get more tips. Those who had watched the tape had planted the seed in my mind that I had the equipment to be a male stripper, that idea intrigued me. I compared in my mind the different skills of each dancer and made comparisons to the others.
Two more drinks later and it was time for the Main Event. The crowd started taking chairs along the stage. I looked around waiting for a glimpse of Roxy, but I didn't see her. The MC's voice boomed over the loudspeakers,
"We have a change in tonight's headliner, back by popular demand, let's hear it for Miss Sugar!"
