Michael sat in the chair feeling a bit ill at ease. He glanced over at a grinning Lincoln and grinning back, he shook his head as if to say, I'll get you for this.
When the music started, Dr Feelgood, a song he remembered from a ways back, he turned his face in the direction of the door waiting for what he knew would emerge from the darkened hallway.
He sighed in resignation as a shadowy figure appeared just beyond his vision. But when she stepped into the light his heart stopped before taking off like a locomotive inside his chest.
Michael watched frozen as she walked towards him, her red hair swinging out around her as she made quick purposeful strides in his direction.
He pulled his eyes from her to look over at Lincoln. The look on Linc's face told him he wasn't imagining things. Linc gave him an apologetic look as Michael snapped his head back towards the stripper.
She looked just like her. It wasn't just the red hair it was something about her eyes.
She could have been Sara's twin.
The woman being dressed like a naughty doctor didn't help the situation.
Michael watched as her doctor's coat swung open to reveal her scanty underwear and garter belts. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as she sat astride his lap and locked eyes with him.
Michael hadn't seen Sara in 3 yrs. but he would never forget her eyes, and this woman had them. Up close Michael could see the facial differences between this woman and Sara. It definitely wasn't her, but still, she bore a striking resemblance to Sara.
Sara had moved away after her father's death and Michael had figured he would just leave her in peace. Then shortly after being released from prison, Michael had met his fiancée' Jennifer. He had been sentenced to a 2 year sentence after Lincoln's exoneration, but had gotten out in 18 months for good behavior.
He tried to push Sara from his head as the red head pushed herself against him but his mind involuntarily went back to their time together in the infirmary.
He squeezed his eyes shut and told himself to not be aroused by this familiar stranger but his undisciplined erection was so painful he knew it was a lost cause.
He opened his eyes and looked at her cleavage as she pushed it into his face. As he took in her scent he told himself he was wrong, her perfume wasn't the same scent Sara always wore. He knew his mind was playing tricks on him, making him believe thing's that couldn't possibly be true.
The woman took his face in her hands and again he thought of the infirmary; a particular day in the infirmary to be exact. The day he and Sara had shared their one and only kiss. Sara with her hands on his face just like this...Sara with her face so close to his as she looked into his eyes..
The woman eased down on his erection and moved back and forth breaking eye contact.
As she rubbed herself against him Michael fought the urge to put his hands on her. She was exciting his nerve endings until he thought he would explode in his pants, her hair swishing against his face as she undulated in his lap.
He pulled back a little from her as her lips brushed his in a light teasing kiss.
Were they allowed to kiss customers? His inner question was answered as her lips settled on his in a searing kiss.
His breath left him in a gasp and her tongue found it's chance to slip inside his wanting mouth. The taste of her was of some minty mouthwash or breath mint.
Michael remembered Sara tasting of cinnamon. But still it was as if he were there again; in the infirmary. She pulled away a little but delved back in as his hands came up and around her small waist crushing her to him.
It was as if there were no one else in the room, as her hands slid up under his shirt raking her nails along his back making him hiss in the pain and pleasure of her actions.
When she raised herself up he pulled her back down on him and he felt a moan slide from his throat, the music drowning out all sound.
She bit his lip lightly, and unhooked her skimpy bra. And as it fell from her white shoulders and on to the floor she brought her breasts up to his waiting mouth. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and then released it with a low growl.
He wanted her so much...Wanted to be inside this woman who looked like Sara..His Sara.
He had tried to forget her these last three years, but now he knew the painful truth.
As the music ended the woman disengaged herself from him and gave him a small almost knowing smile.
Michael watched her walk away thinking he would never get Sara out of his head...She would haunt him forever.