I was literally the mule, breaking my back for her and her father with their fifty per cent share of my family’s company, and taking away my choice of who to spend my life with, invading my space! Just because of that bloody Edward…! I took a deep breath to calm myself, breathing hard. It’s been close to six years now and I still get riled up by the recollection.
I recalled pointedly facing the old gizzard to tell him right there and then that Mary Antoinette was free to fuck anyone she likes, because I do not intend to be a saint myself, but I would definitely not be burying my dick in her gut. I immediately regretted my outburst for about a moment when I saw Mary Antoinette blanch, directing a dismayed gaze at me, then her father had the bright idea to threaten me some more and then lunge at me and that was the end of my remorse.
If my mother had not been present, I would have done something I would definitely regret. Back then, I was really raw with the card life had dealt me. I was angry with everyone and hated my life. But with time I learned to bury it deep inside me and all my proclamations became law I could not go back on, mostly for my pride, and because threats are like challenges to me -– challenges I take pretty seriously.
Mary Antoinette was just one of the casualties. I know now she had taken my advice and found herself a lover. Someone she sees every other day in some private establishment outside of Charlestown, I never really cared who it was, but I have had her followed just in case.
Since her father has the bullet to sink my ship, I figured it wouldn't be so bad to be prepared as well. But then Mary Antoinette has been weird lately, calling to check on me and acting like a wife? I wonder what she and her father are up to now.
Shaking off the gloomy thoughts, I dressed casually like Jacob requested, wearing a cream raglan sleeve shirt over denim. I picked a leather jacket just in case and left my suite with the determination to have a good time.
Paul drove me to a private helipad, and I had no choice then but to dismiss my driver. I was taken by Jacob's helicopter over notable high-rise buildings in Manhattan to a peculiar one on 35th Street, landing on the rooftop of a swanky new club.
Before I exited the copter, I could see Jacob waiting at the side of the roof with a few faces I knew from college. I chuckled, preparing myself for a wild night.
They all started to cheer and make quite a raucous as I emerged as if we were frats boys all over again, and for about a minute I was shaking hands and getting jerked into a hug with hard pats on the back. Jacob handed a glass cup of what I suspected was champagne to me and raised his for a toast.
“...to reuniting with friends,” he said, and we all echoed the words, clicking our glass cups. I chuckled and shook my head.
“What?” Jacob said, beaming with smiles.
“I’m impressed you were able to make me come. Thanks for inviting me, and congratulations on your forthcoming wedding, man.”
“I’m still hoping you will agree to stay after the church service,” he said. I laughed.
“I think we should keep the hazard to a minimum. I’m still a little apprehensive that the pulpit would combust when I enter the church,” I said and all the men laughed.
“Come on, you are not that bad,” one of the guys said.
“But pretty close,” I countered, smiling, feeling a bit lighter than I felt an hour before.
Jacob ushered us all back down a flight of stairs and into a dimly lit club room with loud music and quite a number of ladies dressed like seductresses. Cocktail waitresses carrying different delicacies of hors d'oeuvre and bubbling drinks marched about wearing little to nothing.
Jacob took me to some other guys I met through him back in school and I could see a few of them were already tipsy. A table with a buffet was in the right corner of the room. White and gray-colored futuristic pod chairs were nicely arranged at the center of the room with a buttoned, black leather chaise chair.
The ceiling decoration was something out of space, and I could see tinted glass demarcation with shadowed figures of ladies evidently giving private dances at the left corner of the room. There are snooker tables, golf courses, bowling pens, and even a Karaoke stand nicely stationed to make the room seem like some fun zone. It was literally the Disneyland version for grown-ups.
“I think you have outdone yourself here,” I said.
“...with no cameras, phones, or any such device. We are here to have fun, it’s a judgment-free zone. So, please, grandpa, relax!” Jacob replied. I roared with laughter. A friend called Jacob’s attention and I moved to the buffet table to serve myself some blini with crème fraiche and caviar, then found one of the pod chairs in the corner of the room to settle in, watching everyone have fun. As if on cue a cocktail waitress always appears to refill my cup each time I emptied it. And in no time I was feeling a little more relaxed.
Jacob came with some of our friends to chat with me about old times but it was hardly a place for such. We kept getting interrupted, and one or two of us had to attend to some other stuff or some prior arrangements. I didn’t really mind being left alone, but as the host, and with all the trouble he went through to get me to come, I supposed Jacob thought it necessary to get me occupied somehow.
He may have noticed my eyes drifting to the strippers giving lap dances to three of our friends, he leaned slightly to my side and said, “You know… you could always pick one of the strippers too for… let’s say a more private dancing experience. They have quite luxurious rooms tucked in that corner for that, it’s on the house. Oh, except for those ladies,” he said pointing at three girls standing by the entrance to the lobby he said to have private rooms, and added, “they are simply dancers. No touching policy,'' he said, chuckling.
“Every girl has a price,” I said absentmindedly, sounding gruff, watching the girls he mentioned, and silently sizing them up. Two were backing us and judging from their back view, they were quite lookers. They wore fancy black leather bodysuits with knee-high boots and matching leather masks.
I smiled when Jacob roared, nudging me on the shoulder. The two girls backing us moved aside a little, creating a space in between them and exposing the profile of the third girl. I slowly sat up, and my heart lunged hard in the wall of my chest. The smile on my face wiped off instantly as my breath quickened.
‘No way!’ I thought to myself.
The lady wore her witch black hair in full fringe and, for some reason, a torturous scene from the past flashed in my head, making me tense up with the intense emotion that came with the memory. For the life of me, I found myself unable to take my eyes off the girl and spaced out. I swallowed hard when Jacob said, “They are really eye-catchers aren’t they?”Then I heard myself say, “Can I get a private dance with the one in the middle facing us?” My voice sounded a bit different and I wondered if Jacob caught the intensity. “You have to be a gentleman and ask her yourself. We asked them to stay for the party, so go and mingle, Evan,” he teased, and walked away to attend to some other guests. The sound of my heart pounding was quite loud in my ears, even though I knew the probability of the woman I knew turning out to be a stripper or dancer was nil. But then I was never given the chance to even ponder on the probability of what she did to me and yet she had, blowing my heart sky
“Estie—you are still here…” I said in a low, deep voice ridden with feelings. “Yes…” she said in almost a whisper. “Small world, huh?” I said, letting out a pitiful chuckle. “Evan…” she said and looked as if she wanted to say more, then stopped. “Were you really going to run off without as much as a word to me, baby?” “I don’t know. You scared me!” she replied in an emotional tone. “Please… please tell me you went ahead and went to med school.” “I'm in my intern year!” “Then why the hell, Estera, are you in that getup, acting like a fucking stripper? What is that about? Do you need money?” “No, I don't need money. I’m doing this for a friend.” “How much?” “No, Evan. No. Just leave it be—” she said, still standing so far from me. I felt like I was in some bizarre dream and the need to touch her to assure myself it was real and she was actually there overtook me. “Come to me, Estera,” I said in an intense, commanding tone. “I shouldn’t… Evan—” “Don’t make me beg,” I said p
After the first round of our sexual indulgence, I bundled her off of the bed with her squealing with surprised delight to have a shower with her. I later left her in the bathroom to change the bedsheets, then returned to her to have her again in the shower stall. I was like an insatiable Stallone and I could only blame it on the alcohol, and the adrenaline caused by the chase and the escape from reality.With the few drinks that I had—okay, more than a few drinks—coupled with the emotional roller coaster and the pleasure of release with the only woman that I have ever wanted so desperately, it wasn’t a surprise that I slept off after getting her back in bed. Wrapping my arms around her firmly like I was afraid she was indeed a dream, nothing but a cruel play of my faculties. The sound of my phone ringing jolted me out of sleep, and I saw we had repositioned ourselves. She was now having her back to me, pressed snugly to my front in a perfect fit. Even with the blaring sound of the in
“Doctor Roberts?” the familiar voice of one of the nurses made me halt my strides. I had just finished assisting one of the attending physicians in major surgery and I was pretty satisfied it had gone well with no hiccups.“Yes?” I responded, turning around to face the dark-skinned skin, average-height young woman. She was about my age and I could say part of our clique. Most of the interns in Memorial Hospital often band together for one activity or the other to the point that we even have a popular bar a few blocks from here that we go to unwind at least once a week for a drink and a good time. Meredith was one of the few nurses that had somewhat drifted into the gang. She smiled at me and offered me a file.“Dr. Yen had a family emergency but was supposed to perform an Appendectomy this evening, she called and asked that you cover for her.”I took the patient’s file and flipped through it deftly. “Harrison Michaels…” I read the patient’s name aloud, “Is he here?”“Yes, Doctor.”“Ok
The surgery didn’t take me more than an hour, and we were on our way out of the hospital's main entrance by seven-thirty in the evening.“What’s the plan?” I asked as we walked past the parking lot heading away from Madison Avenue to Riverside Boulevard walking towards E 99th St.“We go home to change, and join the girls at Sapphire nightclub,” Ashley said, “They want us to watch them perform, before giving us a few pointers. And tomorrow we go shopping!”“It’s a good thing tomorrow is Saturday, I am beat!” I said, sounding like I felt -- tired.“Thank you, Estie for doing this,” Ashley said and I waved her off.“We need something fun for a change anyway,” Ameera said.“Are you saying our lives are boring, Doctor Ameera?” I said in theatrical shock. She giggled and rolled her eyes.“Our lives are a boring routine, Doctor Roberts, we are in dire need of an adventure,” she said with a sigh.About ten minutes later we were already at our apartment building. We chatted animatedly as we he
“It is nice to officially meet you all,” Anna said, the Hispanic beauty placed her hands on her ample hips and openly assessed us.“Wait till I tell my mum, we have doctors working at the strip club now,” Tamika said, taking us all in. Ashley quickly made a sound to negate the claim.“Just like I said, my friends are involved because they want to help me and it’s only going to be a one-time thing,” Ashley explained in a rush, letting out an awkward laugh.“That’s all they all say,” Tamika replied, throwing Ashley a skeptical glance.“Ignore Tamika, she is messing with you,” Anna said and cut her eyes at her friend. She responded with a raised eyebrow. Ameera shared a look with me. “I already told my boss about you and he has something huge coming up you might be interested in, but he would like to see what you can do before he can hire you three for the gig.”“And since we are to train you, and serve as agents, we get a 20% cut, aside from Bobby’s 30% of course,” Tamika interjected.“
We all watched as the girls left the stage and another lone figure came out. She wore a black leather bodysuit with a matching mask, holding a horsewhip. I smiled. She reminded me of Catwoman. The mask covered almost all of her face and I wondered if, like us, she was someone who wanted to be incognito or just one of her acts. I watched with interest as she moved about, sinuously, slowly snapping the whip with expertise. Then she began to pull down her front zipper exposing her full chest, narrow waist, and wide hips. When she stepped out of the bodysuit she was completely naked. The boys went wild, but not once did she disturb her mask. It was riveting and I watched till the very end. Anna and Tamika came back up to get us and took us to a private room for practice. And like the private box, it looked like a place where a wealthy client would enjoy a striptease all alone. “Do you think they allow the girls to go further than just showing off their goods?” Ashley asked evidently we
The girls and I spent the better part of the following day shopping, but when it came to what to wear for the upcoming gig, I chose a black leather bodysuit with a matching knee-length boot and mask. The others waited to see me in it before rushing to pick theirs. The three of us adorned similar attire and stood in front of the boutique mirror, admiring ourselves then we exchanged satisfied grins, turned to the shop attendant, and chorused, “We will take these.”We later joined Anna and Tamika at a Pole dancing dance and fitness center somewhere along West 27th Street and spent a few hours having a crash course on strength-building exercises before braving choreographed moves. We were also taught aerial hoops with Anna and Tamika showing us the step-by-step moves. And at every chance I got, I sketched the detailed moves in steps, and thus when it was my time to show what I had learned for the day. I let out a deep breath and let my memory guard my every move. When the instructor gave