Chapter 74

The parking lot was nearly full. There was no sign, just a large, two story building. It appeared to be a very sturdy building, not cheap or flimsy. It had wood siding and looked like it might have been a high-end restaurant. Only it had no windows.

The cars parked outside were mostly luxury sedans, sports cars and high-end SUVs. McKayla's BMW convertible fit in nicely.

As she put the power top and windows up, I sucked on her earlobe. "I'm your hooker tonight, McKayla. I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Anything," I whispered seductively.

With that, I pulled back and got out of the car. McKayla soon followed, but not before I got into the trunk and retrieved a duffel bag I had hidden there before she left for work that morning.

We went inside, my hand in the crook of her arm. The guys at the door gave us a curious look, but didn't say anything other than a friendly, if professional, greeting.

Just past the foyer, the building was a high-end strip club. It didn't advertise; it didn't have to. The clientele was discreet and rich. No one asked us to pay a cover and we went in to the main lounge.

With a pole on each end, a stage ran the length of the back wall, then jutted out into the middle of the room with another pole that was presumably the main attraction. There were three girls on stage and a bevy of other girls socialising with the patrons and soliciting lap dances.

No one seemed to be paying much attention to us. In fact, it seemed that everyone in the place was ignoring everyone else, just like Baptists in a liquor store.

We settled down at a table. I checked my watch. It was almost time. A waitress came by and asked if we wanted drinks. McKayla ordered a rum and coke, I declined.

As the girl smomered off, McKayla turned to me. "What have you got planned?"

"It's amateur night," I replied sweetly. "I'm going to win the thousand bucks. Gotta go."

I kissed her cheek, grabbed my duffel bag and went to the backstage area. The week before, I grilled one of the guys at work about the best strip clubs in the area. Most were dives, but this was one place that he said was the best. Of course, he couldn't afford to come here often, which was fine by me.

There was no smoking, of course (county health board policy), but he said they also had pretty girls and it was clean. Plus the staff was friendly, but firm, and they had a weekly prize on amateur night.

After checking in with the stage manager, I sat down at a dressing station and got ready. I was also sizing up my competition. There were a dozen or so other girls. Most were amateurs in name only. I wasn't going to win, not judging by the way everyone else seemed to have done all this before, but I didn't care. I was only here to impress one person in the entire place.

A guy from the club went over the rules. One song, stay on the stage. Don't touch anyone. Full nudity was okay, but we weren't allowed to stick any part of our body in any other part. No props.

I was going fifth. A few minutes later, I heard the announcer signal the start of the competition. I finished changing and touched up my make up. I didn't speak to any of the other girls except to say hi.

The butterflies in my stomach didn't start until I was on deck, so to speak. I had never done anything like this before. It was both exhilarating and scary at the same time. I took a bunch of deep breaths.