Julie sighs at the neon sign glowing above her. Miles winning one of their bets was bound to happen eventually. It's statistically impossible for her to keep winning every one. This fact does not stop Julie from dreading Miles' chosen victory prize - a night out together at a strip club. Julie's not a prude. Far from it. She just would rather not be surrounded by a bunch of gross guys openly ogling girls they could only ever dream of getting attention from in real life. Julie isn't even sure why Miles likes going to strip clubs. He certainly has no trouble finding girls, or guys for that matter, to go out with.
"Ready for the greatest night of your life?" Miles asks with a grin.
"I guess," replies Julie. She tries mustering up some enthusiasm as they walk past the bouncer and into the club. After all, Miles had been a good sport when she dragged him to that lecture on Dadaist artists. Plus, Miles was nice enough let Julie choose the strip club tonight when she had protested at being caught dead in the dive Miles usually frequents.
Miles whistles when they enter the main room. "Wow! This place is already so much better than the Lust Lodge."
Julie snorts, "Yeah the floors are semen and vomit free."
"No. I mean, well, yeah, but the Lust Lodge doesn't have girls as beautiful as this," Miles says pointing to the center stage.
Julie follows to where Miles is pointing. Her mouth drops open at the sight of the curly haired girl dancing on stage, clad only in black lace lingerie and fishnets. This girl is more than beautiful. She is stunning. Julie is memorized by the girl's flirtatious confidence and incredible athleticism as she works the pole. Julie and Miles lean against the bar as they watch this girl finish out her set. Julie can't help but gawk as her eyes wander over the girl's body. More than once Julie makes eye contact with the girl. Each time the dancer smirks as heat rises in Julie's cheeks. Julie is pretty sure the girl winks at her right before she struts off the stage.
"Woah, how much for a private dance with her?" Miles muses as he turns to the brown eyed bartender with dark brown hair and orders drinks.
"S doesn't do lap dances, private or otherwise," the bartender says, popping the tops off of two beer bottles, "Bianca does though." The bartender nods towards the new girl taking the stage before handing the pair their drinks.
"Good to know." Miles and Julie make their way to an empty booth and sit down. Miles enthusiastically cheers on Bianca while Julie sips her beer, silently wishing for S to come out and perform again.
"Great performance tonight, Scar. Your best yet," Jax compliments as his friend sits down at the bar. "Dare I say, it was almost as if someone special caught your eye and you were dancing just for them."
"I don't know what you are talking about," replies Scarlett, avoiding Jax's knowing stare. "Now be a good bartender and make me a drink." Scareltt adjusts the blue silk robe to securely cover her performance attire as Jax begins making her usual.
"That's too bad because a certain brown haired young woman was certainly captivated by you." Jax hands Scarlett her vodka tonic.
Scarlett shakes her and plays with the glass now in her hand. "She's probably captivated by whomever is on stage, just like everyone else is. I'm only a fleeting fascination."
"Trust me, that girl only has eyes for you. I've been watching her since I noticed you were watching her. She has not looked at any other dancer but you."
"Really?" Scarlett asks with a hint of disbelief. That girl was way too beautiful to be interested in her.
"Really," Jax reassures her, pointing out the booth where Julie sits with Miles.
Scarlett pouts. "Jax, she is sitting alone with a guy. She must be on a date."
"Seriously?" Jax throws a napkin at Scarlett. "What guy brings a date to a strip club?" Jax ducks as the napkin is thrown back at him. "Okay, maybe I have done that once or twice. Point being, those two are definitely not together. They haven't touched each other once, and he even asked me right in front of her how much it costs for a lap dance with you. Now get that Scarlett confidence back and go talk to her."
"Her friend asked for a dance?" Scarlett raises her eyebrow playfully. That gives her an idea. Scarlett downs her drink before ruffling Jax's hair and hopping off the barstool. "Wish me luck!"
Julie glares at Miles for what feels like the twentieth time that night. "How many times do I have to say it? I'm not putting a dollar down anyone's thong."
"Come on, Julie. You are totally violating the terms of the bet," declares Miles, "I won so now you must do as I say."
"I'm violating nothing. You said, and I quote, 'Because I won we are spending Saturday night at the strip club, where you must have a drink and watch hotties get naked for me.' I'm doing those three things you said. You don't get to keep adding…" Julie trails off in annoyance when she notices someone sit down next to her. All annoyance at Miles and at being interrupted fades away when Julie realizes it's the dancer called S who has sat down in their booth.
"Hey there," Scarlett croons, "I'm Scarlett. My friend tells me one of you wants a dance." Scarlett bats her eyes from Julie to Miles. God, she is more beautiful up close.
"That would be me. I was told you don't do that though," Miles answers.
"Oh I don't," Scareltt giggles, "but maybe I make exceptions for special people. Are you up for it?"
Miles' had a grin on his face from the moment he stepped into the club, but somehow he manages to grin even wider. He nods eagerly at Scarlett.
Scarlett glances at Julie before turning back to Miles. "There is only one rule. You can't touch. Think you can handle that…" Scarlett pauses, silently asking for his name.
"Miles."
"Think you can handle that, Miles?" asks Scarlett.
"I can handle anything," Miles says cockily. "Right, Julie?" Julie rolls her eyes at Miles.
"Good." Scarlett slowly unfastens her robe and takes it off. Scarlett offers the robe out to Julie. "Do you mind holding this for me, Julie?" Scarlett asks sweetly.
"Um, sure." Julie blushes when her fingers graze Scarlett's as she takes the robe. "No problem."
Scarlett smiles coyly and saunters over to Miles. Julie takes a sip of her beer, trying to stop herself from staring as Scarlett lowers herself onto Miles' lap, straddling him. Julie fails miserably though. Once again Julie finds herself gawking at how gorgeous Scarlett is in her black bra and panties. Julie feels heat rush between her thighs as she watches Scarlett dance.
Scarlett's rolling her body on top of Miles, and she is feeling herself up with her hands. Scarlett leans her chest in close to Miles' face, almost daring him to reach out and touch her breasts. Every so often Scarlett throws her head back seductively to smirk at Julie. Julie wishes it was her instead of Miles underneath Scarlett right now. Just as Julie thinks this, Scarlett starts lifting herself off of Miles. It's only so she can turn around though.
Scarlett is now facing Julie as she grinds her hips against Miles' crotch. Scarlett's brown eyes meet Julie's brown ones. Scarlett may be on top of Miles right now in a crowd club, but there is no doubt that Scarlett is performing solely for Julie. Scarlett spreads her legs as wide as she can, running her hands up and down her body. Scarlett arches her back once she feels Miles moan in climax against her. Julie squirms in her seat, flustered by not being able to satisfy her own need.
Scarlett leans down to retrieve her robe from Julie. "If you want you can get a dance too, Julie. You'll even be allowed to touch," Scarlett whispers into Julie's ear. "Just ask the bartender for my number."
Julie bites her lip and nods as she watches Scarlett walk back to the bar. She'll definitely be asking for her number before she leaves.