Absolutely Unforgivable (10 page)

I sat up on my knees and eyed the box carefully, cautiously, wondering what in the world he could have gotten me now. When I opened the box it revealed a shining pair of dangling earrings. They were beautiful and big and shone brightly with little clusters of small diamond chips.

“Jeromy, no. I really can’t. No. This is just too much,” I tried to object, but as usual Jeromy didn’t listen. Instead he pulled them out of the box and put them up to my ears. He helped me put them on as I stood in front of the mirror gazing at them in awe. There were dazzling. I had never owned anything like this in my life. Jeromy was just way too good to me. I didn’t deserve this.

Jeromy whispered, “I promise they cost less than the car.”

“Wait, what? Did ...” I started to say but he put a finger to my lips and said, “It’s okay. Please just enjoy them, for me.” His absurdly sexy smile made it hard to say no.

The crowd downstairs was beginning to get louder. I suddenly became acutely aware of the fact that we had a whole household full of people while I was upstairs having sex with my boyfriend.

Jeromy tilted his head to the side trying to get a grasp of what the noises were the he was hearing. “Billy must be home.”

“Yes, he has some friends over. I guess I forgot to mention that.”

“Well, we were a little distracted,” Jeromy said with a smirk on his face.

I went to the bathroom to clean myself up before heading back downstairs, but by then everyone was starting to head out. I made my way to the kitchen and started making Jeromy a sandwich. We spent the rest of the night together, alone, wrapped in each other’s arms mindlessly watching television just enjoying being together.

The next morning I got up to see what Billy had been cooking in the kitchen for breakfast but when I got there the kitchen was empty. Billy hadn’t come home last night. A wave of sadness washed over me and I didn’t know why.

Jeromy walked in the kitchen behind me, and sat down at the table reading the paper. I worked my way over to the stove and was about to make him something for breakfast but he said, “That’s okay, I’ll just take a bagel.” I went over to cabinet and pulled out the bag of bagels, toasted it and then smothered it with cream cheese and topped it with tiny bits of fresh strawberries, just the way he liked it.

I brought it over to him and then sat down beside him, lost in thought, as Jeromy ate and continued to read his paper. I drank my glass of orange juice, wondering where it was Billy could have gone last night and why he still hadn’t found his way home.

Jeromy kissed me on the forehead and then left for work while I began to think about the 4th of July. It was quickly approaching and I had an idea. I called Mindy and told her what I was thinking and she loved it. I really had only called her to tell her about it so that she could maybe help me find this perfect outfit, but she loved it so much so that she decided that all of the girls should do the same.

My idea was silly, really. I wanted to find a hot American flag themed outfit to wear for 4th of July. Mindy raced right over with Darla and Starla in tow, surprisingly they thought it was a good idea as well. We made our way to a store she knew about that had those kinds of clothes.

Every year the band played a special gig at a bar across town called Bimbo’s. It was really less of a bar and more of a triple wide trailer that had been converted into a makeshift drinking establishment that sat on a sprawling half acre. Each year they hosted a big 4th of July party in honor of the troops. It was an all day party that had smoked barbecue and a big stage set up outside where several bands played, leading up to the main attraction, which surprisingly weren’t the fireworks. When it came to
Jessie’s Girl
, the fireworks show played second fiddle.

The store they took me to was a high-end costume shop that had every kind of American flag outfit you could imagine. One of the great things about being in a big city is they had a shop for almost anything you could possibly want.

I walked around, struggling trying to figure out if I wanted to wear platform knee high boots or sparkly blue glitter pumps when Mindy called me over to her. She pointed out an American flag pleated mini skirt and handed it to me to try on. It was short -- very, very short -- and hung low on my hips and exposed all of my stomach. I loved it and it was exactly what I wanted.

Darla and Starla opted for some Texas flag themed short shorts. But to make all of our outfits coordinated, we all decided to wear a white shirt that tied in the front in a big bow. It reminded me a lot of my bartending uniform back in Oklahoma. I decided to go with the white, knee high go-go boots to match my top.

Mindy picked some little red glitter pumps that looked a lot like a slutty version of Dorothy's red slippers. Darla and Starla, however, had to one up the sexiness with pairs of stars and stripes garters, with attached red and white striped ties that worked their way down their leg like makeshift boots.

After our shopping trip, I invited the girls back to the house to lounge by the pool. I had assumed they had been to Billy’s house often but it turns out that wasn’t the case at all. Billy almost never had guests over; and if he did it was almost always just the boys in the band as they worked together in the studio. His big beautiful home wasn’t the constant party pad I had imagined.

The girls didn’t have their swimsuits with them but that wasn’t a problem. I had a ton of them. I ran upstairs and pulled out a few I thought they might like and we headed outside. We lounged by the pool we blared music and talked about random things.

Suddenly I found Starla glaring at me, moving her eyes up and down my body before finally saying, “You know you have a really hot body. You should show it off more.”

I wasn’t really sure what to say to that. Darla looked up at me after Starla spoke, “Yeah, I agree. You need to show your ass more,” then immediately glanced back down and went back to filing her nails.

Mindy burst out laughing and I soon joined in. Starla looked at us, trying to figure out what we found so funny, and said “What? I’m just saying. You could be really hot. I don’t see why you don’t flaunt it a little more.”

While I sat there trying to figure out how in the heck I was going to respond to that last comment, Mindy chimed in shyly. “Have you ever been to a ... you know ...
men’s
club?” She said that last part much quieter, looking around making sure nobody else was around to hear her.

I wasn’t quite sure what she was asking me.
A men’s club?
I had to think about that for a minute and as I did Darla looked up with her eyes but with her head still tilted down. “Duh, of course. Who hasn’t?” And then she went right back to smacking her gum and messing with her nails as if it were just some common thing that everyone did all of the time.

The way Mindy looked at me though, I knew it wasn’t. I was still trying to wrap my mind around what she was asking me when Darla spoke up again. “You know what I just hate?”

We all turned to look at her as she continued on her rant, “When you go to a titty bar with them and they get all sloppy drunk and for some reason think it’s sexy to do a lap dance for you. How fucking stupid do they really have to be to think that is somehow arousing for a female? We have no penis for them to accidentally grope or rub up against. There is nothing sexual about them dancing like that, at least not for us. God, men are so stupid sometimes.”

Everyone laughed, including me. But then it hit me. They meant ...
oh
... they were talking about a strip club. Mindy wanted to know if I had ever been to a strip club.

I blurted out. “Oh my! No! Eww! No. Never!”

Everyone jerked their head towards me in unison. There was a dead silence and then Starla asked, “Why not? What’s wrong with going to a strip club? It’s no different than going to a normal dance club, only at a strip club you don’t have gross men trying to grind all over you. Instead they are too busy ogling the girls on the stage.”

I guess I hadn’t thought about it like that before. But still, I wasn’t quite sure if I would be so comfortable going to a strip club. “Don’t they get
naked
in there?” I asked curiously.

Starla gave me a snarky and surprising response. “No, gross! I wouldn’t go someplace where some chick had her nasty vagina in my face. That’s just tacky.”

“Then what do they ...
do
, in there?” I really had no idea.

Mindy giggled and explained. The girls danced around on the stage topless or in very skimpy outfits. They never got all nude. And Houston, it turned out, was home to quite a few high class gentlemen’s clubs. And my new roommate was a VIP member at one called Rick’s Cabaret which he proudly told me about as he walked in on us while Mindy was explaining how it all worked to me. I was mortified that he walked in while we were talking about a strip club but he really didn’t seem to mind. He acted as if it were just everyday conversation.

“I know where we are going tonight,” Mindy said with a huge smirk on her face.

“Oh heck no,” I snapped back.

But Billy agreed with Mindy’s plan and that was that. Before I knew what was happening, we were on our way to Mindy’s house to find a dress for me to wear that they thought would look hot on me, insisting that nothing I had was sexy enough.

About an hour later I made it back home. They had put me in an off the shoulder red mini dress, that had long sleeves that worked their way out as bells at the end. The dress was tight and clung to every curve of my body. When I walked in the door Billy stood in front of me looking me up and down and then the corner of his lips curled up as he smiled and nodded in approval.

I looked up at him and realized he was standing there completely shirtless. His jeans hung low on his hips, secured tightly by his black leather belt, and the top of his Calvin Klein boxers were showing through. He was standing there with one hand in his pocket.
God he was so sex
y. With his other hand he ran his fingers through his mess of hair, which caused the muscles in his chest to flex. My eyes met with the v-shaped muscles below his stomach.

Holy hell. This guy is gorgeous. How is it possible for one man to be so hot?
He scrunched his eyebrows, as he if was trying to think of something important. He shook his head like he had decided whatever it was he was thinking about didn’t need to be said, and then walked back to his bedroom to find a shirt to wear.

I made my way upstairs, to put on the Christian Louboutin crystal pumps that Jeromy had bought me not too long ago. The red trim of the shoe that made its way up the heel matched the color of my dress perfectly. I grabbed my new dangly earrings and got them on as I heard the others arrive.

Billy had called Jeromy and told him what we had in mind, so he agreed to head home early that day from work. When Jeromy got home we all piled into the stretched Hummer limousine that was sitting out front. The club was across town and as much as everyone tended to drink, Billy and Jeromy thought it best to have a sober driver to get us home safely.

The whole gang was with us tonight. Besides Jeromy and myself, there was also Billy, Travis, Darla, Starla, Bran, Mindy, Zander, Brick the webmaster, Patrick the sound guy, and his girlfriend Tiffany, who I hadn’t met before tonight. Tiffany was tall and slender with pale white skin and long, black straight hair. She had long thin fingers and long nails that were painted black. She had a very scary look about her but really she was a rather sweet girl who I was beginning to warm up to. Like me, Tiffany tended to be shy and it took a while for her to loosen up.

I looked around at all the bodies packed into the limousine and realized Trista was the only one missing. That I was okay with. She was kind of a bitch to me before so I could do without her glaring at me for one night.

While Tiffany sat next to Patrick, I really looked at him, especially since he had just taken his shirt off to show off his latest tattoo. I hadn’t paid much attention to him before. The few times I had been around him before there was always so much else going on. He had well defined arms, which you could tell he must have spent a lot of time working on at the gym. Both arms were completely covered in tattoos, with a vine twisting its way around his right arm and on his left; there were various images of angels in seductive poses. His newest tattoo was strewn across his chest, near his collar bone that read “Live as if you die today” in a beautifully scripted font. He had a very short buzz cut, and a permanent five o’clock shadow. It looked like he might have been trying to grow a beard but it never came in so he just kept the small tiny bit of peach fuzz he did have.

He was about the same height as Billy, but he wasn’t nearly as good-looking. He was not bad-looking, I guess, but standing next to Billy he appears only average. Then again most people look only average standing next to Billy. That is, except Jeromy. Billy and Jeromy are two of the most amazing looking men I had ever seen in my life. They were both hot -- each in his own unique way. Either of them could drive any girl wild with just a look. They are just too much to even imagine being together, so tonight would no doubt be very interesting.

When we entered the club, Billy flashed the very large, bald man at the door his VIP pass and headed over to a roped off area to sit down. Seeing a large group of people enter that area of the club, the strippers swarmed over to us.