Can't Stand The Rain (11 page)

They both nodded in understanding and agreement.

Music, drinks and men. What more could you ask for when you are celebrating your birthday? The fact that October and Azylae had just made twenty one that same week, two days apart, made it even more exciting for them. Denver still had a few months before becoming the legal age, but the fake ID that Pit provided her with was working just fine for her as well. It was a great atmosphere and boy were the birthday girls enjoying themselves. There wasn’t a single man in there that was not sexy. Not all of them were cute and not all of them were packing but their bodies were definitely on point. It looked as if they all had worked out together and had been doing it since birth. There were four packs, six packs, even some eight packs. And there were penises everywhere you turn. A few were so large that they didn’t seem real. One was so tiny that it didn’t seem real either. Some of the women wondered where his confidence came from.

After a few drinks, they really started to act naughty.

“Damn girl, I ain’t never seen so many dicks in my life!” Azylae exclaimed.

“I know, look at that python right there,” Denver stated.

A man walked by with a pair of thongs on that had the front revealed. His dick looked to be a good ten inches, maybe even closer to eleven. October stopped him to study it to make sure that it was real. She grabbed his arm and just stared at it for a moment. You could tell that the man was used to this kind of attention by the way he kept it cool. She finally looked up in his face. He had a handsome face to match his handsome sized package which almost caught her off guard.

She asked, “Can I touch it?”

He smiled and flashed his perfect white teeth. He had a confidence about him that was so attractive. And why not? As far as she and all the others could see, he was perfectly flawless. Flattered by her astonishment and turned on by her boldness he allowed her to.

“Sure beautiful, why not?!”

She touched it lightly at first, like she was afraid. Then she rubbed it and held it in her hand. It was monstrously thick and heavy, yet it felt so good. She could feel it start to harden from her touch. She looked up at him and he winked at her. She thought that she might have wanted a piece of him, but was too afraid of that monster. She rubbed it one more time before putting it down. The dancer remained. He looked as if he want to say something.

“Shit October, are you going to propose to the damn thang? You acting like you don’t want to let it go,” Denver teased and laughed.

              October blushed a little, but wasn’t really too embarrassed.

“I know, I am just shocked by its size. This thing is crazy and it feels so smooth too.”

              “I want to feel it too, can I touch it?” Azylae confessed.

The dancer seemed to have tuned out the other girls. Azylae reached over and he allowed her to feel it as well.

He resumed his eye contact with October and asked her, “Would you like a dance?”

              “Sure.”

              “Private?”

              “Private? Where are the private dances done at?”

              “Towards the back, just beyond those doors in a private room.” He turned and pointed to where he was referring to.

“Okay. How much is it going to cost me?” she asked looking at her stack of money, hoping that it was enough.

              “Let’s just say we’ll negotiate when we get to the back.”

He took her hand and led her to the back to the private room.

              “Ooooh, he feelin’ you girl,” Denver said a bit jealous.

              “Don’t hurt yourself October!” Kale teased.

              They all cheered and shouted as October was led to the back. They each laughed and cheered when she turned around and mouthed “Oh, my, GOD…” to them. Kale gave her a thumbs up.

              Azylae spoke, “Somebody gone get lucky tonight.”

Denver responded, “Hell I hope it’s me, or me too.”

They laughed and continued to enjoy themselves with the men and the people around them. They paid for two dances each and continued to drink and party. Not too big on drinking,  Kale passed Azylae and Troy the bag that Pit had given her and let them enjoy their package.

Inside the private dance room it was extremely dark with just a dimly lit red light bulb. October was a bit nervous being alone in this dark room with a man that she knew nothing at all about. Part of her nervousness came from the fact that he was indeed a stranger and she was not yet aware of his capabilities; on the other hand, she was nervous because she secretly wanted to be with him but she was afraid that his piece was a little too large for her taste. He must have sensed her nervousness because he became more gentle with her. He sat down on the round sofa, took her hand, placed his hand on her waist and sat her on his lap. This action seemed a little backwards given the current situation, but it didn’t feel too uncomfortable so October just went with the flow.

“This your first time receiving a private dance?” he asked.

October chuckled nervously.

“Private dance? This is my first time being at a strip club altogether. Is it obvious?”

“Oh yeah it shows. But it’s cool, just relax. I won’t say that I don’t bite, cause you, I just might. But I won’t hurt you.”

October looked back and he had a mischievous grin planted on his face. She gave him a flirtatious smile and tried to relax. They sat and chatted for a good twenty minutes before she realized it. At first she was a bit nervous; but after being in his presence for that short amount of time, he managed to calm her down and make her want to find out what he had in store for her. By now she was excited about her private dance with this beautifully made man.

Ready to show off some of his talents to her, he asked “Are you ready for your dance? Or did you just want a private chat?”

October could hear the sarcasm loud and clear so she responded with, “Let me see what else you have to offer, big boy.”

He first started to grind slow and strong with her sitting in the middle of his lap. He held her down onto him by her waist and she immediately became turned on. He proceeded for a minute then he lifted her off of him. He got up and went to the wall and turned on some music to begin his dance. October was looking forward to her first private dance. As a matter of fact, it was her first free private dance with a gorgeous hunk. Lord, if he only knew. She watched him very close, studying his every move. She studied his body. How come he seemed to be so perfect? She knew that there had to be a flaw within him because there definitely was not one on the outside. At least not any that were visible to her eyes. And trust, there was not a mole on him that was not visible to her at that very moment. Lord please don’t let him be gay, October thought to herself. Nowadays, you can’t trust any man. It seemed as if the down low brothas were everywhere and most of the times, the ones that were as fine as this one would be the main ones. The sound of R Kelly’s “Tempo Slow” broke her train of thought. October continued to watch as he walked back toward her watching her seductively. He stopped right in front of her and started to dance slowly, following the same rhythm as the music. October sat back to take it all in. She looked at his stomach and watched his abs slowly roll and move and she became mesmerized by his fineness. Man, oh man. Her eyes became locked on his body. He took her by her wrist and she allowed him to lead her hand up and down his stomach and all over his chest. His muscles were solid as cement, but his skin was so smooth and soft. He climbed on top of her and danced some more. Then he stood up and lifted up both of her legs and spread them apart getting in between them. He put his crotch to hers and started to vibrate and grind some more. His stroke was on point and October convinced herself a little more with each one that she wanted to see how much he could do if he was inside of her. This was a man, a real man, and October felt like it was time to find out what it was like to be with a real man. Of course the thought of him being a stranger crossed her mind. She didn’t know this man at all, didn’t know if he was married, widowed, single,  divorced, diseased, psychotic, a murderer or whatever. But at that moment, she also didn’t care. This was already beginning to be a trip of a lifetime and she planned on taking it a step forward by adding this to her memory box. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to pursue something with him or allow him to. After thinking about it, she decided that she would prefer to sit back and let whatever happens, happen.

By that time he had her pinned up against the back of the sofa and was giving it to her so good. The music was pretty loud but October started to pay attention and noticed that she, as well as he, was letting out moans. His moans were soft and powerful, they were also low and masculine. When she glanced at him she could tell that he was not aware of the fact that they were slipping out and felt a bit embarrassed by them. After that, he would try to catch himself before October took notice. Knowing that she was able to have that type of effect on him with clothes on turned her on more. She wondered if he did this to every attractive woman he ran across in this place. If so, that could mean several different women a night. She also wondered if this was just an act and was all a part of his hustle. She blocked the thought from her mind and decided to just enjoy herself anyhow. He looked over and they locked eyes. They held the stare for quite some time. She was trying to read him. She wanted to know his thoughts and his feelings were mutual. She wasn’t sure what it was but she felt so comfortable with him. She applied her hands to the back of his head and started to rub his head and neck. Her hands also trailed down to his back. She went down further and grabbed his butt and it was firm, all muscles. In her mind, she imagined that he was her man. He rubbed her legs, lifting one up and slowly made a trail of kisses from her ankle to her thigh, not once missing a beat with his strokes. Her panties were so wet that if she took them off and wrung them out, they would probably fill up a glass with all of her juices. She instantly became embarrassed. Although she tried hard to fight it, she could not help it. She wanted to take his face and shove it all into her but decided that it would be best if she didn’t. They got so caught up that October could not remember if he had already danced to three or four songs. She had lost count. He provided her with one final dance before he stopped. She knew he was wore out; she even felt worked over and tired, but for good reasons.

He sat down beside her this time instead of placing her on his lap again. He decided that he wanted to make her feel more comfortable with him and not think that he only wanted sex. Plus, he wanted to look into her face and eyes.

He sighed and then spoke, “Three grand should just about cover it.”

*********************************************************

Meanwhile back inside the club, the rest of the girls were having a ball. They were loving the men and the men were loving them back. Bossman, the owner of the club, sent them over a bottle of champagne and they were drinking and enjoying themselves. Sanayah, to most of their surprise, snuck some champagne and was a little buzzed. Kale was upset and frightened for the baby’s health at first, but she knew that her sister made smart decisions and wouldn’t do anything to harm someone that she loved. Sanayah was hesitant at first herself, but Azylae and Denver talked her into it. It was her birthday too and they all just wanted her to be able to enjoy herself, they didn’t mean any harm. Besides, they had a driver chauffeuring them so they didn’t have to worry about driving or not knowing where to go. They felt well taken care of.

There was a dancer on stage dressed in army fatigue, another with a nurse’s scrub, a face mask and hat like a doctor, and one dressed as a cowboy. They all provided the ladies with a nice act. Even though the outfits seemed a bit corny and unoriginal, the act that they performed was far from it. They were splitting, grinding, and swinging from poles and shaking everything. The ladies watched in laughter and excitement while they danced through what seemed about a dozen songs.

Azylae received a private dance form a guy who called himself “The Vet”. He explained his reason for being called this was because he had the special touch when it came to kitties; he liked to rub, stroke, lick, caress and pet them. So many of them came to him ill and he left them feeling cured and well. You could tell that he was a little young but he was definitely a cutie and he moved his body so well that Azylae paid for two lap dances from him. The women were having such a good time. They were being treated like royalty and were able to touch the men anywhere and as much as they wanted. The men seemed to love it. The women were a bit hesitant at first to do too much, but after downing quite a few drinks, they were all loose. After watching the performance that had taken place on stage, they went back to getting their table dances. Even though Troy was getting ignored by the majority of the men in the club, he was also having himself a good time. He enjoyed the men on stage and he was able to find two guys who agreed to give him a lap dance. One actually volunteered before Troy could even ask and Troy just enjoyed receiving dances from the same two guys all night. He received a few glances from a couple of other guys and he could tell that they wanted to show him more attention but were too embarrassed and afraid of who was going to see them dancing for another man. Sanayah was approached by this guy who wanted to provide her with a dance. He was strikingly sexy. He danced with her through two songs and after he’d finished the second song he went down and put his head between her legs. The shorts that she had on were very thin and he started to lick her right in the middle. As he licked, he slid his arms under her butt, scooped her up and slid her further into his face. Then he lifted her onto his shoulders and just kept licking away at her. Of course, the rest of the Pack, along with some of the others in the club, screamed, yelled, and cheered for the both of them. Sanayah threw her arms up in the air, full of excitement and they all went wild. It was so nice to see her enjoying herself like she was. Kale was proud. She was so relieved; it was good seeing her sister let her hair down and get loose.