A Touch of Heaven (3 page)

"We wondered the same thing."

"Hey Paige, you going to make nice with the
dork if he's there?" Heather grinned.

Paige rolled her eyes. "You guys are
impossible, you know that?"

"No, we're not," Kim grinned. "He was a
dork."

"Says who?"

"Says everyone!"

Paige forced a laugh, shaking her head and
averting her eyes. They would never change, that much was
obvious.

"Hey, not to change the subject or anything,
well, actually yes, but anyway… guess what I have for you ladies?"
Heather asked before standing up and crossing the room to her
luggage. She reached into one of her bags before turning with a
huge smile on her face.

"Oh please say its Keanu's home phone
number," Courtney belted out.

"No, you dork," Heather said, shaking her
head. "I have these." She grinned before waving the tickets in her
hand back and forth.

"Tickets?"

"Not just
any
tickets," Heather
said walking back over to the couch. She tossed them down on the
coffee table, crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at them
all.

Kim leaned over the table, looking at the
tiny pieces of paper before letting out a squeal. "Holy shit,
Heather! Who the hell did you have to blow to get your hands on
these?"

Heather laughed and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Hell yes I would!" Kim yelled, smiling.

"What are they?" Paige asked, straining her
neck to get a peek at the tickets.

"Only the most delicious night's
entertainment you've ever had." Kim said, smiling.

"Oh really?" Megan asked, curious.

Paige craned her neck,
looking to see what the tickets were and her eyes went wide when
she saw. "The Pleasure Dome! I am
so
not going in there!"

"Oh, yes you are!" Kim and Heather yelled in
unison.

"What's the Pleasure Dome?" Megan asked,
looking at her friends.

Paige sat back and rolled her eyes. "It's
that new sin factory downtown they try to pass off as a club.

"Sin factory?" Courtney asked just as
confused as Megan.

"Oh God, Paige, lighten up. How long has it
been since you got laid anyway?"

"Excuse me?" Paige asked, shocked, before
turning to look at Kim. "What the hell does that have to do with
anything?"

"Because you're a prude, that's why," Kim
yelled.

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are. You always have been. Look at
precious Paige, with her virtue in tact. Are you still a blushing
virgin?"

"Ladies!" Heather yelled before the
situation got out of hand. "Chill the fuck out and sit down."

Paige crossed her arms over her chest and
glared at Kim. She never wanted to rip her hair out like she did in
that moment. They all sat back down and got quiet, all eyes on
Heather.

"All right, for you less than worldly
people," Heather said, smiling. "The Pleasure Dome is the most
exclusive club on the west coast. It's invitation only and home to
the most delicious, lick-able hard bodies you've ever laid eyes
on!"

"Oh my," Megan said, grinning. "So, are we
talking naked goodness?"

"Oh baby, we're talking about the best hunks
of salty goodness this side of heaven!"

* * * *

Chapter 4

"Come on ladies, let's go already!"

Paige heard Amy's voice boom through her
apartment. The biggest part of the afternoon consisted of getting
dressed and primped to perfection and they were all ready for The
Pleasure Dome.

Well, everyone but Paige.

She stood in front of her
mirror, debating on her choice of dress. One look into Paige's
closet almost gave Heather a heart attack. She'd insisted on giving
Paige something
risqué
to wear.

She'd spent over an hour looking through
Heather's vast collection of designer clothes and finally decided
on a light blue halter dress.

The dress wasn't something she would
normally wear but Kim's earlier comment touched a nerve. She knew
most of her clothes were simple and looked more sophisticated than
anything someone her age should own, but she was far from virginal.
And she would prove it, if it killed her.

She turned to the left, trying to see the
back of her dress before turning a complete circle. The dress was
backless; the front cut low and emphasized her breasts. She tried
for the tenth time to get the material to cover more with no luck.
Her breasts looked ready to pop out at any second. She sighed
before shaking her head.

She ran her hands down the front of her,
watching the material glitter in the lights from her room. The
dress had an almost metallic look to it and every time the light
caught it, it shimmered like small diamonds littered the surface.
It hung to mid-thigh and the skirt flared just enough to soften the
whole look. Ultra-high strappy high-heels finished the look and
made her legs look twice their length.

Giving her hair another toss to shake out
some of the curls, she gave herself one last look before making her
way to the living room. She spun on her heels before posing for the
group.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"Oh, look who's getting her naughty on now!"
Heather said smiling big.

Paige almost blushed when the girls all
whistled and shouted for her.

"You look fantastic, Paige."

"You don't think it's too… `I'm a ho, take
me home'?"

"Of course it is," Meg said, grinning.
"That's why it's perfect."

Paige giggled along with the others. "Well,
what are we waiting on?"

Amy made a small
whoop
sound before
saying, "Salty goodness, here we come!"

* * *

The atmosphere inside the Pleasure Dome was
unlike anything the girls had ever experienced. They walked into
the building and were met with silence… until they took the
stairs.

The music started in a low steady beat,
getting louder the further into the club they walked. By the time
they reached the top of the stairs where the main stage sat, the
techno beats blasted so loud they could barely hear each other
talking. It thumped in their chests, the sound coming from every
corner of the room.

Their gazes took in all the sights around
them. The low lighting made it hard to see anything except the
stage. Bright lights blazed on the dancer currently performing and
gasps were heard from the girls when they got their first look at
the half-naked men The Pleasure Dome offered. The only other men in
the entire building were those who worked there, all wearing
nothing more than what looked like a painted on pair of black
spandex pants.

They were all beautiful. Hard sculpted
muscles and warm smiles were thrown their way and the girls giggled
in response. A very large, bare-chested man named Jett led them to
a table right up front next to the stage. He smiled and flirted
with them all before taking their drink orders and telling them to
enjoy the show.

Paige looked around the room, amazed at what
she saw. Women were everywhere. They were standing along the front
of the stage, holding their hands high with a "tip" to offer to the
current dancer. More women were sitting at the small tables
scattered around the room while others hung around the bar. Almost
all of them were screaming as the man of the moment strutted his
stuff on stage.

"I can-not believe this place!" Megan
yelled, trying to be heard over the roar of the crowd.

"I know, isn't it great?" Heather yelled
back, eyeing the dark-haired piece of eye candy named Damien, who
currently danced on stage, in nothing more than a scrap of cloth
covering his bare essentials.

He danced and flexed his muscles for the
ladies lining up to see him and his smile was intoxicating. He
worked the crowd into a frenzy. Every woman standing at the stage
got a chance to touch him, her tip accepted with a small kiss on
the cheek, before he'd move to the next lady.

The girls all laughed and stared at Damien
dance and they all knew the excitement of the night had only begun.
Paige watched her friends get as animated as the other females in
the room. They were standing, clapping and yelling Damien's name
while he performed and even though watching half naked men dance
had never been on her list of things to do, she had to admit the
sight was one to behold.

Drinks flowed and laughter ensued as the
evening wore. The whole group sat shocked when Kim paid for a very
seductive lap dance from a man wearing nothing but a g-string and a
cowboy hat. Paige thought she would die laughing when Kim grabbed
his ass and pulled him down on top of her and started grinding her
hips into him. They had all whistled and cattle-called. The dancer
seemed to enjoy her practically dry humping him in front of one
hundred and fifty screaming women. One look at his face proved
that. He enjoyed the dance every bit as much as she did.

When the last dancer exited the stage, the
girls all sat patiently, watching a man in a tuxedo walk onto the
stage with a microphone.

"Ladies, if I can have your attention
please," he said. "The moment you have all been waiting for is
almost here, so please, take this opportunity to refresh your
drinks and grab the smelling salts as our next performer prepares
to entertain you!"

The roar of the crowd was deafening. The
girls looked at each other when the entire club seemed to take the
noise level up ten notches. They had no idea why, but as the crowd
became more animated, their enthusiasm also rose.

Jett returned just in time to refill their
drinks and Paige happily drank hers down before ordering another.
The more she drank, the less embarrassed she felt. A good stiff
drink was all it took to let her inhibitions go and she was having
the time of her life.

* * *

Simon looked out from behind the curtain,
scanning the crowd. The roar of applause for him floated to the
back stage area and caused his smile to widen. He loved this part,
the anticipation of his arrival.

"Rowdy crowd tonight," the announcer said
stepping back stage and stopping beside him.

"Looks like."

"Better watch the brunette at table five.
She's a little on the grabby side," the announcer said laughing.
"But that's never been a problem for you, now has it?"

"No, can't say it has." Simon stretched his
neck to look over at table five. He smiled when he saw the table of
six women. All beauties from what he could see. They all seemed to
turn towards the stage at once and he stared at each one, taking in
the way they were dressed. They weren't your average crowd. These
ladies knew how to dress-to-impress.

His gaze landed on one of the blondes and
when she smiled, his heart nearly stopped. He'd memorized that
smile. Seen it in his dreams a thousand times. He searched her
face, his eyes widening before looking back at the others.

He knew them. Knew them all.

"Oh fuck!"

"Problem?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On if they recognize me or not."

Images he tried to forget flooded his mind.
Images of their faces alight with laughter at his expense. The
hateful words spat at him daily and the constant taunts and
ridicule for the boy he once was paralyzed him. He stared at them,
knowing his worst fear had just been realized.

"You know them?"

He never answered. His eyes
sought her out again and when they finally landed on
her
,
his breath
caught in his throat. His angel. The one thing in the world he
would have given anything to have. To spend one second in her
presence was like taking a breath of air after being
denied.

He smiled as he stared at her, the smile on
her face bringing back all the memories of her he'd tried
unsuccessfully to bury for years. No one compared to her. She'd
bewitched him from the second he laid eyes on her his very first
day at Riverdale High. She was a vision. A goddess in his eyes and
he felt sixteen again looking at her.

She was even more beautiful now than the
last time he'd seen her. Her hair was longer and blonder. Her
sun-kissed skin glowed in the low lighting and her smile lit up the
entire room.

Her being here was like a gift from above.
It delighted him more than anything he could remember. He never
thought he would see her again, but here she was.

"Hey, did you hear me?"

"Huh, what did you say?" he asked, turning
his head to look over his shoulder.

"I said are you ready?"

Taking one last look at her, he let the
curtain drop and stepped back against the wall. He took several
deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to clear his thoughts.
Tonight's performance would be extra nerve racking. Dancing in
front of Riverdale Highs elite caused the insecurities he struggled
to overcome to scratch the surface again.

"Come on Simon, that's not you anymore," he
told himself quietly. "You can do this. They'll never know it's
you."

Opening his eyes again, he looked in the
mirror one last time. He took in his appearance. He looked nothing
like he did ten years ago. He told himself again that they would
never know.

"
Well at least not yet,"
he thought to
himself before a wide smile crossed his face.

Turning to the announcer, he grinned before
saying, "Let's do it."

The announcer smiled back at him before
grabbing the microphone and stepping back onto the stage. "Ladies,
are we ready?"

"
Yes
!"

The club roared. Paige and the girls watched
every female in the club rise to their feet and rush the stage.
They looked to each other when the chants started and the six girls
all smiled when the name "Simon" rang out to deafening decibels.
They all laughed before exiting their seats and pushing their way
through the throng of women to be center stage.