Chapter 1
The Palomino Gentlemen's Club lounge was bathed in pink and purple neon lighting, which seems to be pretty much de rigueur in strip club ambiance. The garish lighting was intensified by walls of mirrors and a mirror ball twirling from the ceiling above the center stage where a naked exotic dancer was proudly displaying for the crowd, her pole dancing talents, breast implants, and bleached anus. Pulsating beats of rap music poured out of multiple speakers at volume levels designed to cause one to discard all thought and reason. Women in various stages of undress stalked their horny prey on the floor of the lounge in hopes of dragging their catch back to the VIP lounge for an all nude lap dance.
Of course, Layne Brooks wasn't paying attention to any of that. His head was buried in his phone, planning his exit strategy. Layne wasn't in the habit of patronizing strip clubs which, until tonight, he hadn't done since his days at business school. It's not that he didn't like to watch women remove their clothing and dance in the nude for his entertainment. He certainly didn't hold any strong moral objections that might have kept him away from such places.
Layne was 32 years old and confident, charming and stylish, what used to be called debonair. He could get most any woman he wanted. He possessed a unique ability to persuade most women to gladly remove their clothes for him without the need for currency to change hands. He compensates them in ways that the women involved always seem to appreciate. If he was being honest with himself, Layne would acknowledge that women were attracted to him not only because he was a handsome devil, but possibly because he was worth a small fortune ever since the company he built from the ground up was recently sold through an initial public offering. Layne was seldom honest with himself.
This sharp dressed businessman had been consumed with work and hadn't had much time for steady female companionship lately. He hadn't been on a date in several months, but he clearly wasn't at the club tonight for the women. Layne was there only because he and his executive assistant had taken an important prospective client out to dinner earlier that evening. The client, being from a different generation, suggested they cap the evening off at a strip club. Layne's response would have been to roll his eyes at that suggestion, but this being a person important to his continued success, he figured he could make an appearance, have one drink and sneak out once the client's attention was focused on the entertainment.
The music came to a sudden halt when the DJ loudly announced the next dancer:
"Gentlemen, tonight on the main stage, I present to you, THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH! Please put your hands together and give a warm welcome for TINA THE TIGERRRRR!"
The DJ's voice rose with excitement as he shouted out her name and cued up Lenny Kravitz's version of American Woman, a perennial stripper song if there ever was one.
Tina, a 28 year old leggy blonde, with all natural breasts, strutted onstage from behind the stage curtain. True to her moniker, Tina was wrapped in a skin-tight tiger print satin and lace chemise, with straps and garters, and matching thong. She was carrying a riding crop and a plush tiger print throw rug, which she spread out on the stage and proceeded to crawl and writhe upon in time to the music. The men at the foot of the stage threw dollar bills at her feet and stuffed them in her garter and panties with their teeth. The boisterous, whooping men crowding around the stage, made it looked like a three ring circus.
Layne Brooks hadn't paid any attention to Tina's stage show, or the stage show of the dancer after that. He figured that he had put in enough time and was ready to excuse himself when he felt the delicate pressure of a woman's hands rest upon his shoulders. It was none other than Tina "the Tiger" herself. She was once again dressed to kill in her naughty tiger ensemble as she delicately bent over and purred sensually in his ear.
"Hey sweetie, how would you like to take me out back and tame me?" Tina offered in a breathy whisper.
Layne experienced a tingling sensation that began at his scalp and moved down his spine. It wasn't a physical response triggered by the whisper itself, but the recognition of the woman's voice. A voice he had heard numerous times in the past. As Layne stood up and turned around to address the woman who had whispered in his ear, there was a sudden look of recognition and shock on the dancer's face.
"Fuck!" Tina screamed in a voice that had abandoned its breathy sexy intonation and loud enough to be heard over the music that it caused nearby patrons to look and stare.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked.
Layne stood up from his chair and not being intimidated in the slightest, leaned into the dancer's face.
"You might want to work on that introduction, sweetheart. That's not any way to speak to the clientele. Anyhow, I was just about to ask you the same question."
"I work here!" Tina exclaimed. "That's what I'm doing here."
"I can see that," Layne said as he examined the dancer up and down with his eyes. "I came here for the reason most men come here. Now, how about that dance?"
"I didn't know it was you when I asked. Forget it," Tina exclaimed shaking her head in disbelief. "No way in hell am I stripping for you."
"Oh, come on honey. It's been a long time since we've seen each other. I want to make up for that and see as much of you as I possibly can."
"Very funny, Layne! Except as you can tell, I'm not laughing." Tina said.
"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. It's no big deal. After all, at bottom, it's just a business transaction, right?" Layne paused to read Tina's face, which seemed to be softening, so he adjusted his appeal.
"Look, we haven't seen each other in a while. How about we just catch up for a bit?" Layne suggested.
"Hmm?" Tina wondered. "I'm not sure there's a whole lot to talk about, but I suppose I could use some amusement."
Tina lead Layne to the VIP Lounge at the back of the club where they entered through a curtain of hanging beads into a small private room the size of a large closet occupied by a single chair.
Layne rubbed the carpeted walls with his hands, "I love what you've done with the place."
Layne sat in the chair. "Tina the Tiger, huh? That suits you. You always were an animal lover," Layne said. "The riding crop is an especially nice touch. Are you planning on using that on me?"
"Be nice and I won't," Tina suggested. "Look Layne, you're crazy if you think I'm going to strip for you. Why are you here, really? From the looks of things, you appear to be doing well and I'm sure you have no trouble getting any woman you want. So why pay for it?"
"Oh, I pay for it one way or the other." Layne said as he pulled out his wallet and stuck five crisp $100 bills in Tina's exposed ample cleavage.
"Entertain me. Two songs. Keep the change." Layne said through a smug smile.
"You sick bastard. You're serious, aren't you?" Tina said angrily.
Layne just crossed his arms and smiled. He clearly wasn't going anywhere.
Tina considered turning her back on Layne and walking out, but she looked down at the five crisp one hundred dollar bills in her cleavage. She pulled them out from between her breasts and prepared to return them to Layne. As she held the bills out in front of her, she considered how she had been struggling to make ends meet ever since her boyfriend left her. Her landlord was days away from evicting her from her drafty one-bedroom apartment. This would cover her rent and buy her another month. While Tina was clearly uncomfortable with the sordid nature of this transaction, she realized that she would be even more uncomfortable with nowhere to live.
She looked up from the money she clung to in her hands and at Layne. He was always teasing her. He was just teasing her now and would stop this foolishness before she got fully nude. Certainly, he'll stop me before it gets too far, she thought to herself. But she wondered, just how far might he actually take this?
"All right, let's do this." Tina said resignedly.
"That's a good girl. Just think of me as any other paying customer," Layne said patronizingly. "Anyhow, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before, Val."
"The name's Tina," she corrected him sternly wagging her finger in his face. "In here, I'm Tina."
As the song started playing, Tina began her typical routine that she performed hundreds of times for hundreds of horny paying men. This was all an act. A performance. She bent over forward facing Layne and placed both of her hands on his legs for support. She brought her face up to meet his face, she smirked and leaned in, now cheek to cheek, to purr and blow in his ear. Her long blond hair fell softly against Layne's cheeks. She arched her back and stood up, presenting her breasts to his face so that his face was essentially buried in her cleavage.
She stepped back slightly from him as she pulled the straps of her chemise off her shoulders, slowly and seductively letting it drop to the floor at her feet. Now only in her bra, thong, garter belt, and stockings, she turned her back to Layne and bent over forward grabbing her ankles. She held that position long enough to give her customers a good look at her full, rounded ass, which she wiggled back and forth as if to signal she was in heat. She looked up at Layne upside down from between her legs and stuck out her tongue out at him in a playful manner.
Still facing away from Layne she backed up slightly and sat down on his lap. She mechanically ground her ass hard on his crotch, backward and forward as if she were riding him reverse cowgirl. She could feel his erection through his pants. A feeling she was familiar with. She had performed this routine with other men and felt their erect penises before. However, this time, it made her feel light-headed, being this intimate, with this man, in this place. The blood was rushing from her head to her face and chest. She was visibly flushed, a signal that she was in the throes of sexual arousal. As she sat in Layne's lap, she leaned back and braced herself firmly against his chest. In that position she was able to throw her head back so that their cheeks were touching, their lips fractions of an inch apart.
