Carter Mason was never an overachiever. She never strived to be the best. Most of her high school nights weren't spent at libraries, pep rallies, or parties. Most of Carter Mason's high school nights were spent in her living room, Xbox controller in hand and a headset on her shoulder length dark chocolate hair. Her best friend Ed normally right beside her with the same equipment. The two engaged in anger filled games of Call of Duty, profanities flying from their mouths when one of them died. This is what they did up until the day of graduation.
Carter's mother had passed long ago when she was just eight years old. All she remembers is playing in the park, throwing the ball with her dad, and being pushed on the swing set by her mother. Most of what she remembers is her mother's strawberry blonde hair, and how she always smelt of sweet cherries. Carter's father Joseph Mason was around as much as he could be. Joe, as he likes to be called, worked for the FBI, and still does to this day. He has climbed the ladder over the years, and now his main concern was the drug trafficking between Texas and Louisiana. There were times when he spent whole months away after Carter turned sixteen. He trusted her to be able to take care of herself. He personally went out and bought his daughter a compact Glock 38, and two boxes of .45 caliber bullets. Then he taught her how to shoot it. He also expected her to maintain her grades at a least a C average, which she did just fine at.
Now this up and coming young woman is freshly twenty years old. Her birthday was just last month. She's no longer a student at Lake Monroe High School. Now she's enrolled at Monroe Community College, currently in her sophomore year. Reluctantly she enrolled herself in a video production class her freshman year because Ed wanted her to, but now she's just as much in love with cameras and editing as her shaggy haired best friend.
A side hobby she also picked up, due to needing volunteer hours for college, was coaching. The young woman coached a little league soccer team last year, and had plans to do it again this year once the season rolled around. Which was in two weeks, and Carter would only be a liar if she said she wasn't excited. And you better believe she and Ed made a killer video compilation for the kids and their parents once the season ended. Right now however the best friends were gathered at Ed's house for a little study session, subject: European History. But, it wasn't going all that well. Ed's older brother Shane was in town, and kept nagging at the two. "Guys it's Friday night. Let's go out. I want some titties in my face!" He shouted at them as they sat at the kitchen table desperately trying to study.
Ed looked up at his older brother and sighed. His brother had changed a lot in the past three years he's been gone. His black hair that was once shaggy was now cut into a fade, and his once bare chin now was covered with black facial hair in the shape of a goatee. "We're not going to a strip club." Ed announced. Sure Shane may have changed physically, but mentally he was just about the same. Always up for a party, and always down to go to the titty bar. Him and Ed were polar opposites.
"Pussy." The black haired man said flatly to his younger brother. "What about you, sweetheart? I know you like bitches." Shane said turning to Carter.
The brunette dropped her pen onto her notebook. "Don't call me sweetheart." She replied dully.
"Come on." He pleaded. "There's one just a few towns over in West Gate." West Gate was the closest city they had. It isn't anywhere near as big as New Orleans, but it was still fairly large in size. "Who turns down titties?" He questioned the duo before him. Then his face softened. "Oh, Ed.. Are you gay?" He said dramatically before bursting into laughter at the look of annoyance on his younger brother's face. "Ahaha I'm sorry man, but come on." He said trying to get the gamers out of the house.
The suggestion was becoming more and more enticing to Carter. She had never been to a strip club before, and she knew Ed hadn't either. The brunette nudged her friend. "What?" Ed quizzed, glancing over to her. Carter nodded to Shane. Ed wasn't picking up what she was trying to say with her head nod. "What?" He whispered to her.
"..I wanna go." The twenty year old mumbled.
Ed pulled back a little to look at his friend. "Are you serious?" He asked astounded.
"Fuck yeah she is!" Shane roared with excitement. "Whoo! Good ol' Carter!" The twenty three year old bounced on his toes. "We leave at nine!"
…..
Sooner rather than later nine rolled around. The three young adults were piled into Shane's red fuel friendly Chevy Cobalt. Carter hated this thing. Yes, it got amazing gas mileage, but to her it was just.. gay. She was in love with her father's old beat up and rusty Bronco. It had character. Shane's car just wasn't her cup of tea. "Alright. Paradise awaits." The oldest of the bunch spoke as a glowing neon sign came into view. 'Panther's Cabaret' was glowing pink, and so was the light running along the border of the roof of the large beige building.
"It looks huge." Carter mumbled to no one in particular.
Shane wore a smile that stretched ear to ear. "Yeah. Beautiful, ain't it."
"I still don't like this." Ed stated as his older brother pulled into the parking lot.
Shane searched for a place to park. "Too bad sissy, cause we goin in." He said with a smirk.
The group hopped out of the red four door vehicle once it was parked, and began their stroll to the front door. Carter didn't know what to think or to expect, but she was ready to enter the club. "I'm kind of excited." She said looking over to her friends.
The older black haired boy put an almost brotherly arm around her. "I will personally ensure you have a great time." He assured her. "I'll even pay your cover." Shane said as they walked up to the bouncer.
The bouncer for the club stood about six foot five, and was close to two hundred and fifty pounds. His head as bald as a cue ball. In fact it was quite shinny too. Any bystander would just think he had a shinny head, but the personnel at Panther's Cabaret knew better. They knew the girls that danced there would rub his head when they came into work. It had become tradition to buff bouncer Rick Torres' head. "All three of you together?" The large man asked.
"Yep." Shane quickly replied.
"ID's." The bouncer stated.
The group whipped out their ID's for the man at the door. Rick took them and looked them over. "Alright. Hands you two." He said gesturing to Ed and Carter. They did as they were told, and the bouncer placed black X's on both of their hands. "Go on in." Rick instructed them after he was finished. So, in they went.
Once through the pink main door they were met with an older woman. "Twenty dollars each." She informed the group. The woman at the entrance to the club was in her late thirties. Her name is Sheila, but it used to be Daisy back when she was a dancer.
"Yes ma'am." Shane said happily as he pulled three twenty dollar bills from his black leather wallet. "Here you go." He said as he handed the cash to her. Then it was time.
Shane opened the doors that lead into the club. Carter's eyes widened when she saw a whole other world unveiled before her very eyes. Music blaring, the bass of whatever rap song was playing could be felt pulsing through your body. Girls everywhere. Of all kinds. Some with their bra and underwear on, and some with no top at all. Lights flashed, different colors rotating throughout the dark room.
Shane glanced over to his brother, and his friend. Both of them stood with their mouths dangling open. "Let's go find a table." He said with a light chuckle. The two just nodded and followed behind him.
Carter couldn't believe this. Money was being thrown about carelessly. It flew onto the main stage like it had no value. Men, and even some women, hooting and hollering at the woman stripping. She watched as the tanned brunette on stage grabbed a man by the collar of his shirt and pulled his face into her chest, then proceeding to shake her breasts in his face. The man happily threw ones on the stage for the woman to collect once her song ended.
The oldest of the group led the college students to a table. It was a decent ways away from the bar, but fairly close to the main stage. Directly to their right was stage three, which was just a smaller stage for the girls to dance at once they came off the main stage known as stage one. "Hi. Can I get y'all anything to drink?" A dazzling Hispanic woman, who was in nothing but a green bra and matching g-string, asked the small group. Her eyes were dark brown, and her hair was long, dark and curly. She looked like something out of a Maxim Magazine. Her legs were thick, and her stomach was flat and toned.
"No thank you." Shane spoke for the trio. "Do you dance too, or are you just a waitress?" He questioned.
The caramel skinned woman smirked. "Depends on how cute the customer is."
With the response Shane got, he had an incredible idea. "Here's a twenty." He said sticking the green paper in her thong. "Give my friend a dance." He said nodding in Carter's direction.
Carter was long gone. She was hypnotized by the way the woman on stage was moving her body. Carter Mason's jaw had dropped when the short blonde on stage slid down from the pole into the splits. "Whoa.." She murmured as she took in the dancer's appearance. Her blonde hair gently faded into red at the ends. The dancer's hair came just below her shoulder blades, and when she whipped it to one side Carter got a view of her face. The blonde dancer's eyes were an ordinary brown, but they shimmered brightly under the flashing lights. Her eyebrows were sculpted to utter perfection, and her plump lips were glossy pink. She even had an adorable clef chin.
"Hey honey." A woman's voice pulled her attention away from the dancer on stage.
The twenty year old looked over to her left only to see a gorgeous latin beauty placing her hand on her shoulder. "Uh.. Hi." Carter spoke uneasily. Sure she had a few girlfriends here and there throughout her life, but this was different. These were women, not girls.. Hot, older, experienced women. In just their undergarments.
The Hispanic dancer could sense the younger girl's nerves. "My name's Cinnamon." She introduced herself. "You've never been a place like this before have you?"
The soccer coach shook her head. "Can't say I have." She chuckled nervously.
The girls that worked at Panther's were used to this. They could sense fresh meat miles away like a shark could smell a drop of blood oceans away. And, they loved breaking them in. Especially the girls. "Come with me." Cinnamon instructed, taking Carter's hand in hers. Carter stood up and followed the woman, who led her to a staircase. 'I didn't know this place was two stories.' Carter thought to herself as she trotted up the steps behind the Hispanic woman. She found her eyes glued to the dancer's backside. "Sit." Cinnamon ordered once they approached the top of the stairs, pointing at an empty black leather couch.
Carter did as she was told. She wasn't sure how this worked, so she was just going to do whatever the stripper told her to do. However back down stairs Shane was trying to get his younger brother to loosen up and enjoy himself. "Relax, man. Try to have a little fun." He said, patting Ed on the back.
"You just sent my best friend up into some dark room with a girl she doesn't even know." Ed shot back. "Maybe I don't like defiling women, and subjecting them to my sexual desires. They are people you know. I'm sure they have dreams and ambitions that don't involve grinding on horny men all the time."
"Sure they do!" Shane replied blissfully. "This helps fund those dreams and ambitions." He said holding up a bundle of ones. "This one's for college." He said as he began to count through his stack. "This one's for food. This one's for her kids' toys. This one's for rent. This-"
"I get it!" Ed yelled over the bumping music.
Back upstairs Carter was being straddled by Cinnamon. "It's okay. You can touch me." The stripper said with a hint of amusement in her giggle.
"I..Um.." Carter fumbled with forming words.
The young woman's stammering only caused the dancer on her lap to laugh as she took Carter's hands and placed them on her thighs for her. "You're so cute." Cinnamon laughed as she attached her lips to the younger girls neck.
…
"How'd the dance go?" Shane shouted above the noise of the club when he saw Carter walking their way.
Carter was about to yell something back, but there was that blonde again. The blonde stole Carter's attention instantly. There was just something about her that Carter couldn't let go of, something that pulled the college kid towards her.
The stripper was quick to notice the young attractive girl staring at her, so she winked and blew the college kid a kiss before continuing on her way to one of the smaller stages. The only Mason child glanced over to her friends, then back over to the blonde. Then without a second thought Carter began walking toward the small stage. "Hi." She was greeted with a smile that could make anyone's heart melt.
"Hey." The college kid replied.
The blonde wrapped her arms around Carter's neck, and took in her features while she took a break from dancing and just kneeled there on her knees. "You've never been here before have you?" She quizzed, eyeing the brunette suspiciously.
Carter let a small smile grace her features. "No."
"What's your name?" The dancer asked her. This stripper, just like most in the club, always enjoyed the newbies.
The young soccer coach put her hands on the table that the blonde stripper was kneeling on. "I'm Carter." She replied. She didn't feel right putting her hands on the girls without them telling her too. It just seemed strange to her.
"Well, I'm Layla." The blonde beamed with a bright smile. She was far to entertained by how the brunette in front of her wouldn't break eye contact. 'Classic newbie trait, never look down.' She thought to herself. "My real name is Sonny though." Carter couldn't help but smile at how bright this woman's own smile was. "Oh my gosh, you're too cute." Sonny said at seeing the twenty year old genuinely smile. "I have to go to my next set. Don't leave." She said placing a kiss on Carter's cheek as the song ended, signaling all the girls that were on the stages to rotate. "I wanna talk to you."
"Ok." Carter replied as she helped the blonde dancer hop off the stage. And, just like that she was off to her next stage. Carter watched her walk away for a moment. Her backside rivaled the Hispanic woman she had gotten a lap dance from. Still the young adult shook her head and returned to her seat by her friends.
"Look at you." Shane stated smugly. "I get you one dance, and BOOM! You go on the hunt yourself." He said proudly. "Now, I need to get Ed in the game." He said patting his brother's back.
….
A song or two had gone by, and during these songs Carter and Shane both tried to loosen up Ed. However it hadn't worked all that well. They got him to toss a few ones on the main stage, but he was really showing no interest in this place. "Is this because of Brooke?" Carter asked her best friend. Brooke was a totally daddy's girl. She got anything she wanted from him. And, she happened to be the girl Ed has liked since the seventh grade. Carter has tried to get him to see the light, and move forward. But, he just hasn't. What he has done, is become decent friends with Brooke, which in its own right might not have been the best move. Now he's stuck in the friendzone.
Before Ed could give Carter an answer, Shane butted in. "Oh shit guys.. Incoming." The black haired man said at seeing a gorgeous short blonde headed their way.
The two college kids turned to see what Shane was talking about and caught sight of Sonny. "Hey." She greeted Carter cheerfully.
"Hi." Carter managed to choke out.
The blonde dancer looked around to see no seat available, so she decided to take a seat on the brunette's lap. "So, tell me.." She began as she placed her arm around Carter's shoulders. "Marvel, or DC?" She said playfully eyeing the brunette under her.
The twenty year old's mouth nearly hit the floor. "What?" She asked to be sure she had heard right. This insanely hot woman just asked her which comic brand she preferred? Was she hearing her right?
Sonny leaned in closer to the college girl's ear. "Marvel, or DC?" She asked again.
The smile on Carter's face was priceless. "Marvel." She replied. "Spiderman is mah boy!" She said feeling more comfortable than she ever thought she would in a place like this.
The stripper was loving how carefree the young girl seemed, not to mention confident. And, even though most newbies don't put their hands on the dancers, Sonny could tell it wasn't only because she was a newbie. She could tell it was out of candid respect. Which, truth be told, was exceedingly rare in a place like this. Carter was a refreshing change from the customary. "I'm gonna be honest with you." The blonde said over the blaring music. "I am loving your attitude."
Carter glanced up at the blonde. "What do you mean?" She said playfully eyeing her.
"Just.. your vibe, I guess." The dancer replied. Being in her profession, she has learned how to read people, and their intentions. Carter was the kind of person Sonny anticipated to find at work, because it meant she could sit back and relax with someone that wasn't trying to fuck her right then and there. "Do you want a dance?"
"Yes." The younger brunette said quickly in response.
The blonde dancer giggled, and it held a certain raspy-ness to it that the young college girl found to be extremely appealing. "I was hoping you'd say that." She said, standing from Carter's lap. "Follow me." Sonny instructed, taking hold of Carter's hand and pulling her back towards the staircase.
This time the dance wasn't going to be performed on the leather couch. This time is was on one of the black leather chairs. Sonny pushed Carter into the seat. "Do you want to start now, or wait for the next song?" the stripper quizzed. "Techno songs are usually pretty long." She said noting that a techno beat was blasting through the club.
Carter shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you want."
Sonny let a grin make its way across her lips. She liked the younger girls attitude a little more than she should. "How old are you?" She asked curiously as a new song began to play.
"Twenty." The college kid replied as the blonde straddled her.
"You're just a baby!" The dancer almost squealed.
Carter chuckled a little. "I'm legal."
"Honey." The blonde began, placing her hands on the younger girl's shoulders. "Can you buy your own alcohol?" Carter stared up at the woman on her lap, her mouth agape, she wasn't sure how to reply to her. "I didn't think so."
The college kid let out another chuckle. "Hey I-" She began to say, but was cut off.
Sonny put her index finger on the younger girl's lips. "Shh.. You're just a baby." She said again with a mischievous smirk. "It's ok." She said as she started to move her body to the music. But, then giggled once more. "You can touch me, you know." The blonde then took Carter's hands in hers and planted them on her thighs.
At first the dance was just like the one she had gotten earlier, but then something happened. The mood shifted. It went from playful, to almost lust driven. The blonde had placed her forehead directly on the brunette's. Their eyes flickering between each other's eyes and lips. The dancer found herself actually enjoying giving this dance, and even found herself a little aroused. She reached up into the brunette's thick dark hair, grabbing a fist full of it, and pulling her head to the left. At this point Sonny couldn't look at Carter anymore. She had never actually enjoyed doing this before, and it was freaking her out. Never the less she released her grip on the brunette's hair. Their gaze returning to one another's. "You make me want to do things I know I shouldn't." The dancer whispered truthfully against Carter's lips.
"Yeah?" Carter questioned lowly.
The blonde nodded her head against hers. "Mmhmm." She replied, biting at her bottom lip.
"Wanna get a room?" The college student offered. She didn't know where that came from. But, she said it.
The dancer didn't do anything but smile. "You are too cute." She stated, before reaching into Carter's shirt, going into her bra, and pinching her nipple. Normally Carter didn't like that, but the way that this woman just did it earned a slight moan of approval from the younger of the two. And as soon as that moan left Carter's lips the song ended. "Do you have your phone?" Sonny quizzed. Carter nodded and pulled it from her pocket. The blonde glanced at the time. It was 1:54am. "I'm about to leave the club, but I'm going to give you my number.. You should feel lucky cause I don't give it out to just anyone." She said, running her fingers through her hair.
"Uh.. Alright." Carter said, not really knowing how to reply to that. So, she unlocked her screen and went into her contacts. "Here you go." The brunette said, handing her phone over.
Sonny took it and quickly put her name and number in. "I really want you to text me." She said looking up, meeting the younger one's eyes.
"Ok."
"You're name. And it better have a smiley face by it." She playfully commanded.
Carter let a smile grace her features. "Fine." She said mockingly defeated. Honestly it surprised the younger of the two. She came in here not knowing what to expect, and now here she is. Getting the number of an extremely beautiful woman.
…..
The dancer walked Carter back to her seat, holding her hand the whole way. "I'm gonna get dressed, then head home." She said kissing the brunette's cheek. When she pulled away she looked over to the two guys the college student came with. "You two. Make sure she texts me, please."
Shane was impressed. Not only was this blonde stripper fucking hot, but Carter managed to get her number. "Yes ma'am!" The oldest of the trio shouted proudly.
During the minor chat Carter had reached into her small brown wallet to retrieve a twenty dollar bill to pay for her dance. Sonny noticed what the brunette was doing and stopped her. "It's on the house." The blonde said resting her hand on Carter's.
Just then a man of average height and weight sporting a black shirt and blue jeans walked behind Sonny. "Hey mamma, come see me next." He said as she smacked the blonde's ass.
It was as if what that man did flipped a switch. Sonny let go of Carter's hand, then turned around to view the man that slapped her backside. "Where the fuck is my two dollars!" She yelled angrily at him.
"Whaa.." The man mumbled. On closer inspection you could see this man had a buzzed haircut, and a brown thick mustache.
"Where the fuck is my two dollars." The blonde repeated, this time slower. "You think you can just walk around and smack my ass without paying for it? No, sweetie. That's not how this works." She stated, clearly aggravated.
To say the least this man was stunned. Normally he wouldn't have gotten yelled at for doing something like that in here, but then again he never did that to this woman before. The man breathed a heavy sigh before reaching into his front pocket and retrieving a few ones. He rolled his eyes, and handed the high heeled wearing blonde the money.
Carter watched the exchange, and would only be lying to herself if she said that she didn't find Sonny's bold assertiveness to be sexy.
