I didn't ask to be uprooted from my home, in L.A., to fucking Tampa with my brother, but shit happens. Money got tight and things got real. So I packed up all of my belongings, shoved them in the trunk of my car, and started trucking my way on down to Tampa, Florida. The only thing worth being excited about is my brother. I've missed him so much.
Mike and I are four years apart, he's older, and we hadn't talked for a year until I called him. Mike is a roofer slash entrepreneur. Yeah I know sounds like bullshit, but apparently it pays the bills better than I could. I was a dancer back in L.A., not a stripper, a contemporary and lyrical dancer. Not that stripping didn't come to mind a few times when things got real rough.
My GPS signaled I was at my destination, as I pulled into a driveway. There was a huge black truck sitting on the left side. I put my car in park and shut it up, then laid my head on the steering wheel. The thought of being dependent on my older brother was excruciatingly painful. But I removed myself from my vehicle, and brought myself up the stairs to knock on the door.
Just breathe I kept repeating inside my head. Three knocks is all it took, and then my very tall muscular meat head brother opened the door. He was wearing a tan shirt and cargo shorts with work boots. We don't look much alike. I have long dark brown hair, olive skin, green eyes, curvy, and I'm about 5'9". He has medium blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic, and tall. He'd gotten bigger and his hair was shorter than the last time I saw him.
"Hey Mike.", I said trying not to seem to awkward.
"If it isn't my baby sister, hey Cass. Come on in.", he said picking up my bags I had pulled up the stairs.
"I'm not a baby…", I mumbled.
I walked in and there was a dark headed woman sitting on one of the chairs eating pretzels. She looked me over smirking. Was she checking me out? Just as she opened her mouth Mike came in with the rest of my things, and said, "She's family." She looked disappointed and just nodded.
"Look Cass I've got work, but as soon as I'm done we are going out tonight and I'll show you the town and we'll catch up.", he gave me a big hug, " I'm really glad you're here. I'll see you later baby girl." Then he left, leaving me there with weirdo chick.
She got up from the chair, "So you're Mike's…?"
"Sister…I'm his sister."
"Oh I see, hmm that was a very nice gene pool.", she laughed, " I'm going to head out, there's a girl upstairs. Bye!"
And I was left, again. Not that I minded her absence. What the fuck did she mean there was a girl upstairs? Oh well, I started hauling my belongings upstairs to the room Mike made up for me. It was nice, very open. The bed was huge along with the closet. I was in need of a serious power nap if we were going out tonight. If there was one thing my brother and I had in common it's partying. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out.
I was awakened by a very heavy object jumping on me, yelling, "Wake up sleeping booty, GET UP! It's time to party!", Mike started tickling me and blowing in my face.
"I'm up mother fucker!", I yelled laughing.
"Good cause you look like shit and need a shower."
"Oh how I missed your humor."
"That's not humor baby girl, it's the truth.", he laughed as he left my room.
I peeled myself from the extremely comfortable bed, and climbed into the shower. My body ached from being the position I was in for long periods in the car. I let the hot water consume me and before I knew it Mike was screaming thirty minutes. My hair was easy to fix, and I'm not one for loads of make up. Getting ready was never a hassle for me. I got out the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my head.
Which suitcase my bra and panties were in escaped me. Which meant I had to dig. Thankfully they were in the first one. I settled with black lace strapless bra and black lace cheeky panties. My choice of dress was a bit sparkly. I put on black half strapless bra cover up and a high waist gold sparkly skirt, with black heels. My hair was in big loose curls. I put a cat eye with black eyeliner, and the basic necessities to not look like a zombie.
When I came downstairs Mike's eyebrows furrowed. "You look…old."
"I look hot, thank-you. You look old."
"Let's go, can't you put a sweater on to cover your…chest."
"Are my breast making you uncomfortable Mikey?", I mocked.
He shrugged it off and we got into his truck. The whole ride was filled with laughter and jokes, until he asked how I was doing.
"I'm getting along, Mike. After Mom and Dad things haven't been easy. They helped me with rent and food every month. Dancing just didn't support me as well as I thought it would. How about you?"
"You know just living the life. Getting paid and getting laid.", he smiled.
"Typical."
He parked on the side of the road by a club. We got out and got into line. A bunch of girls, and even some guys, asked if I was his girlfriend. Which isn't as weird as it seems. Then this guy walks up yelling for Mike.
"Hey man.", this kid in a red jacket said.
"Yo, what's going on bro?", Mike said shaking his hand.
"Are you going in?"
"Yeah, yeah we're going in."
"Can I come with you?"
Mike scuffed debating. "Uh dude they're never going to let you in like that.", he said assessing the kid.
"Come on I'd do anything.", he begged.
I tuned them out, because it was a little sad watching him. Then Mike grabbed my attention and lead us into the club. It was booming, drinks were flowing, people were dancing. I missed this. My life in L.A. wasn't centered around fun at all. We approached these girls, and Mike asked them what they thought about the kid.
They laughed and one said, "The cougars will eat him up!"
"That's a quality endorsement my friend.", Mike said.
"What do you guys do?", the kid asked.
They all laughed. "We'll be right back!", Mike yelled leaving me with the two girls.
We didn't talk. I just watched as the kid and my brother conversed and flirted with these girls at the bar. A few guys brushed past me, looked me up and down, and asked for my number. I declined of course, but it felt nice. Most women my age are married and have kids, but nope not me.
"Hey Cass let's go!", Mike yelled leading us out of the club and across the street to a building with women lined out down the side walk. As we walked up the women hollered at Mike and got all hot and bothered. What the fuck is going on?
We walked inside, and there was a huge stage, chairs and tables, and a bar. There was a man holding fire on the stage, and then he spit at it making it erupt into a bigger flame.
"Woah! That's some fucking Val Holla shit man.", he yelled, "see that shit Mike? Chicks are going to go crazy man. Look I'm thinking of giving this routine to Tarzan, unless you want it?"
"Routine? What the fuck is this Mike?", I said.
"Not now.", he said. " but uh it's not really my style, but someone should do it. It's cool."
"It's fucking awesome.", he said, "Who are they?"
"Ah this is the kid. He rang up like nine sorority girls, and I was thinking he could host maybe throw him some cash. And this is my sister, she's staying with me."
"How old are you?", he asked.
"25.", I said skeptically.
"19.", the kid said.
"He doesn't look nineteen.", Mike said.
"I can't have a nineteen year old hosting outside.", the man said.
"Why not? Okay, well he can do props can't he?", Mike said.
"Alright, props. You do what the guys say. This isn't a joke, this is a serious business I'm running. And I don't need some nineteen year old fucking it up. Capisce?", he said.
They nodded and we walked down a hallway. I stopped Mike, "What the fuck is going on Mike? Are you a hooker? A fucking male hooker?"
"It's a male strip club, I'm a dancer.", he laughed.
"That's not dancing. That's taking your clothes off for money.", I said.
"I am a dancer, just like you, except mine actually supports me.", he spat.
"I'm leaving."
"No wait I'm sorry. Look come back and meet the guys, and have fun. Please?", he puppy dog eyed me.
"Ugh fine."
"The thing about Waffle House pussy is you don't have to worry about the teeth.", some husky voice laughed.
"Waffle House pussy?!", Mike bellowed as we walked through the door. "Yo everybody this is the kid and my sister. The kid is here to help us out tonight. Alright this is Big Dick Richie, Ken, Tito, and Tarzan.", he pointed out all the guys. Big Dick Richie was on a sewing machine looking fine as hell, Ken in the back doing something I couldn't see, Tito was smoking a blunt shaving his legs wearing a man thong, and Tarzan was on the couch looking a bit gross for my taste. "Alright just tell him what props need set up, and I'll help him out later. Okay that's it, have fun." He turned to me, "Hey I have to take care of some stuff up front. Just stay back here. They won't bite." Mike
"Unless you ask.", Tarzan grinned.
Okay guys, how did you like it? Obviously I'm not going to pair her with Mike-_-, so who do you think I should pair her with? I'm really gearing towards Richie. There are NO Richie fics, and that's a little depressing. I mean come on! He's gorgeous. I've got ideas for her and Richie or her and Tito. So let me know. Leave me a review. I absolutely loved Magic Mike. The story line could've used a bit more back story, but it was just awesome. R&R please! Reviews and feedback keep me going! I recently had to stop school, so I'm only working, which gives me lots of time to write. So more reviews = more chapters!