As the limousine pulled up to Carol's house, Michonne groaned again. "Why are we going to a male strip club?"
"Girl, I have already told you ladies about a thousand times!" Tara looked up as the door opened and Carol slid inside. "I wanted to have fun with my bitches before Alisha and I get married next week. They don't have lesbian strip clubs and I didn't want to go to a place where men would be drooling over the ladies, so I decided to float y'alls boat and let you have fun this evening. Eugene told me his buddies at the firehouse were stripping tonight to raise money for the firefighters family fund, so I thought what the hell. I will give my bestest friends in the whole world a treat tonight." Smiling she added, "Alisha gave me my treat before I left to pick up you crazy broads"
They all groaned as Sasha yelled out, "Damn, Tara, TMI!"
Laughing, she said, "Hey! My party, my topic of conversation!"
Carol smiled and said, "I think I am too old to be going to a strip club. You young girls should go out and leave me at home."
Tara looked at her as she narrowed her eyes, "Carol, you are one of my best friends. I don't give a shit if your AARP card was in your wallet and Depends were on your ass; you are coming with us. You are hot as hell and mark my words, you are going to catch the attention of one of these gentlemen tonight. Your eyes alone will stop him in mid thrust, I promise."
Rosita shook her head as she gave Carol some wine and said, "I, for one, am looking forward to this. I haven't been to a place like this in forever! It doesn't happen often, but I am keeping my fingers crossed there is a redhead on the stage. There is something about a guy with red hair, that sets me on fire!" In a formal old spinster voice she ordered, "Military or construction worker, please."
They all giggled as Tara pointed to Rosita excitedly and said, "That is a great idea! Ok, the rest of you spill it. What kinds of dudes are you hoping are up there tonight?"
Carol shook her head in dread as Sasha answered, "I know that I would like a guy who is tall, but still has a nice build. Light brown hair, dark brown eyes and scruff on his face. Someone who looks like Ashton Kutcher would be yummy!"
Maggie nodded as she spoke quietly, "I have always had a thing for Asian guys. I think they are mysterious and their eyes have a sexiness about them. Maybe he could be dressed like an Indiana Jones type...always searching for something. He could find it in me." Blushing, Maggie watched her friend's faces fill with surprise at what she said.
"Chonnie, what about you?"
"Someone with a well defined chin covered in a somewhat scruffy beard is a must have. I agree with Sasha, love that brown curly hair thing. Blue eyes are my favorite, but not too tall. I'm thinking a law enforcement costume would be damn hot."
Tara tipped her glass to the group as she said, "For a group of women who weren't particularly excited about going, you seem to have a pretty good idea of what you want up on that stage. Now, who else haven't we heard from? Ah yes, Andrea? Carol?"
"Hell, you ladies know I am all about a guy with big arms, nice ass and a well established six pack. Cargo pants are optional, but appreciated. I think Michonne is on the right track with law enforcement. I will never turn down a pair of handcuffs."
Laughter rang out as Andrea high fived Michonne and mumbled something about a nightstick.
Trying to remain aloof, Carol quietly looked out the window in hopes she would be forgotten. "Uh huh, sister," said Tara as she plopped down next to her. "Fess up, whatcha lookin for hot stuff?"
Carol smirked as she said, "Stop calling me hot stuff!" Looking around at them, she went on. "Seriously, I don't have a type because guys don't really notice me anyway."
"Hang on," Tara said quickly, "Look at me, Carol." Carol turned to her and Tara said, "Yep, your eyes are now brown instead of that piercing shade of blue. I'm sorry to say, that can only mean one thing. You are totally and completely full of shit!" Grabbing her friend's hand, Tara went on, "Believe me, when I say they notice you. I have seen the way they watch you and honestly, you have such an elegance about you, I am sure they think you are way out of their league. Never doubt yourself, you are amazing!"
As if on cue Carol and Tara started waving their hands in front of their eyes to avoid the "tears ruining make up" issue. "Thanks for your sweet words, Tara." Taking a deep breath, she looked at her friends and softly said, "I am hoping a biker type will be dancing. There is something about the tattoos and the longer hair that I find extremely arousing . I would find a little facial hair an added bonus." Carol heard several murmurs of agreement after that.
They walked into the club and made their way to the table next to the stage. When they were seated a waiter came over to them and asked what they would like to drink. He was wearing a pair of black boy shorts and a bowtie. Michonne had bent over to place her purse on the floor and hadn't realized he was standing so close to her chair. As she went to sit up she came face to face with his crotch. Letting out a small squeal, her eyes followed the rest of his body up until she made eye contact with him. He smiled at her as she stumbled over her words, unbeknownst to him that two could play this game. "I'd like something stiff. What do you recommend?"
He smiled and said, "There are so many options to choose from, it is hard to pick just one. An orgasm, blowjob, slippery nipple?" She giggled as he said, "How about a cosmo?"
"That'd be great, thanks!" When he was out of earshot she turned to the others and said, "Dayum...thought I was going to lose an eye for a second." Breaking out in sudden laughter, they caught the attention of some of the other women there.
Suddenly, the house lights went down and the music came up. Their eyes quickly averted to the stage when Maroon Five's Animals began to play. Six spotlights popped on and highlighted the firefighters in a way the ladies began to go wild for. As the spotlight popped on each guy, the announcer introduced them. Abraham, Shane, Rick, Daryl, Spencer and Glenn took a quick bow before the music began to play full blast and the ladies began screaming. By the time the first chorus was sung, each woman at the table had their eyes set on one man up on stage. Through some kind of cosmic fate, the men fit the descriptions the ladies had shared earlier. There was zero conversation as their thoughts were flooded with the way these men moved and how they had to force themselves to stay in their chairs.
Carol was speechless when her eyes landed on the guy dancing in the middle named Daryl. He had longer hair and even facial scruff, but his eyes are what caught her attention for a moment. They were a bright blue and seemed to pierce right through her when he spotted her sitting there. He gyrated his hips as he never lost eye contact with her and turned around and ripped off his shirt. She felt her cheeks flush as she saw the tattoos on his back. Licking her lips she saw how intently he was watching how she responded to what he was doing. She was amazed at the way he moved for not really being a stripper.
When the song ended and the lights went up, no one said anything for a minute. Drinks were delivered to the table and downed immediately to quench the desire that had flared up so quickly.
Tara was the first to speak up. "If I was into guys, I may have to say those look like some packages I would like delivered to my door. That was some hot shit right there!"
Rosita said, "Did you ladies notice how uncanny it is that the guys we described were up on that stage? What are the chances?"
Carol kept her eyes closed and tried to even out her breathing as she listened to the ladies discuss what they had just watched. When she opened them, she noticed everyone was staring at her. "Look at the lady who didn't want to come tonight. I believe she is blushing the most. What's the matter, Carol? See something you like?," said Tara with a twinkle in her eye.
She simply responded, "I had no idea that firefighters could move like that. I don't even know what to say."
"The one named Daryl was totally checking you out," said Rosita as she scooted closer to her. "I'm telling you, he was dancing for the ladies until he spotted you. After that, it was all about you."
"Oh, come on. Don't be silly, he was not!"
"Mark my words, when he comes back out, his eyes will be on you."
