Absolutely Unforgivable(30)

I scooted my seat back to its original position and leaned over to give Jeromy a kiss. He had hardly noticed what had taken place with Billy, myself, and the stripper, as his attention was on the girl dancing on the bigger, center stage. He seemed to be mesmerized by her and that for some reason really bothered me. I don’t even know why; he’s looked at pretty girls before.


I guess it was because just a few moments ago some girl was practically trying to have sex with me, right next to him and he didn’t even notice. I had some stripper’s breasts right in my face, with her nipples pressing against my lips and while all the other men loved every second of it, Jeromy didn’t seem the slightest bit interested.


But after a moment I realized I was being ridiculous and did my best to shake off my petty jealousies. Jeromy loved me. I knew he did and while he may ogle all of these half naked women, who admittedly were beautiful, I knew his heart belonged to me. And tonight, when we went home, he would be with me.


I put my hand on his lap and softly ran my fingers up and down his thigh. He sighed peacefully and then took my hand and started softly caressing it with his thumb but he still didn’t take his attention off of the girl on stage, the same girl who had previously been dancing on the smaller stage.


Maybe there is another way I could get his attention. I leaned over and whispered, “Baby, I need some money.” Without even glancing my way he took out his wallet, pulled some cash out and started to hand it to me. I looked at the wad of money in his hand and grabbed one of the twenty dollar bills.


I would like to say that what happened next was the fault of all of the drinks I had earlier in the day and then again in the limo on the way over. Yes, I would like to say that was the reason, but it probably wasn’t. I don’t know, maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. I guess I still don’t know why I did what I did next. It was so out of character for me. But still I couldn't seem to help myself. It was like someone or something possessed my body and dragged me to that stage.


At first I walked around to the front of the center stage, I folded the twenty dollar bill over so I could tuck it in the side of her panties like I had seen Billy do earlier with the other girl. But the tall, sensuous looking blonde shook her head now and instead eyed a small set of stairs to the side.


I walked over thinking it was easier for her to grab the money from me if I was slightly higher up. She eyed me carefully as I walked over to her and then gave me a huge smile was I started to reach up and hand it to her. Again she slowly shook her head no. She looked to the stairs, as if telling me to walk up them. I looked at them and then for some reason did it. I walked up the stairs carefully as she took my hand and guided me next to her.


As if on cue, another stripper came on the stage and started grinding on the pole in front of us while yet another came on stage with a folding chair which she put right smack in the middle of the stage. The girl who had just set out the chair then went over to the pole on the side of the stage and matched the seductive grinding that the other was doing.


Just then I noticed the DJ started playing a new song overhead and the lighting in the club changed just slightly. I looked over to my side, barely able to move, completely mesmerized by what was happening all around me, and saw someone had turned a fog machine on. I watched as the stage slowly became consumed by the smoke.


The sexy blonde pushed me down onto the chair and stood in front of me, slowly swaying to the beat. As the words of the song started playing she mouthed them as she danced provocatively in front of me. She turned around to face the crowd as the next part of the song played. I was frozen in place, unable to move, but not really wanting to either. I couldn’t see the faces that were in the crowd, only the few men who had begun to walk up to the front of the stage and lay their money down.


I glanced over to the girls who had been grinding on the poles. They were now doing feats of acrobatics that would have impressed anyone. They bounced and spun around the pole like they were performing some sort of graceful tumbling routine in the Olympics. I could barely take my eyes off of them. They were amazing.


Then my stripper came back to me. She stood in front of me again, alluringly swaying to the beat of the music. She was so captivating. Then just as quickly she was gone back to the center of the stage, entertaining the rest of the crowd.


I looked down and noticed the sea of people that had flooded the pit, the sunken area of the club around the stage. Again she turned to me to say, “You can touch me if you want.” And as she did you could hear the cheers from the crowd. They loved every minute of the girl’s act.