Chapter 3: Chippendale's

Charisma went on with her day as usual. She sat at her desk and typed rigorously on her computer. She was still reeling after seeing Dave. Ever so often she would stop and look down at the dictation that she had taken down while Dave talked to her. She would also find herself staring at the ceiling thinking of him. Get yourself together, Charisma. You don't know jack shit about him...except that he is going through a divorce and sexy as hell. And at that time, that's all she needed to know. She didn't want to find herself daydreaming about someone who had a clearly obvious reputation for playing the field. So she drove herself deeper into her work, trying so very hard to not think of anything or anyone else. As her slender fingers danced along the keyboard, her cell phone rang. Playing the tune of The Pretenders, "I'll Stand By You.", it was Erin. Charisma placed her earpiece in her ear and answered her phone.

"Hello."

"What are you doing, bitch?"

"Talking to your slut ass and working...what are you doing?"

"I was thinking about going out tonight and I wanted my best friend to go with me, are you game?"

"I don't know, I have plans tonight."

"And what plans are those?"

"Plans that do not include going to some outrageous party where there are crazy, stupid, money-hungry absolutely horny men that have nothing else to do but pick up equally crazy, stupid, money-hungry and absolutely horny women."

"Well I wasn't thinking about going there, but if you know something I don't know, I'm there. Sounds like my kind of men."

"Cut the shit, what are you talking about?"

"I was thinking maybe we could go to Chippendale's tonight."

"Chippendale's...as in the strip club?"

"Yes."

"Nope."

"What?"

"Why would I want to go there? You know that's not my thing."

"Come on Chris, when was the last time you put some money down some sexy dancer's g-string?"

"Never. And I don't plan to start now."

"Well fine, you don't have to give them money, just come with me."

"Why?"

"Because I want to go and I want you to come with me, besides one of my boys is going to be there tonight in rare form, if you know what I mean."

"Well, that is all the more reason for me not to go."

"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeeeee...for me, Chris."

"Damn it, I hate when you beg."

"Well don't make me and go with me."

"Alright, but I don't want to be seen by any of your friends. So don't try to introduce me to any, deal?"

"Deal. I'll pick you up tonight around nine."

"Bye."

"Bye. And you never know you might have a good time."

"Doubt it."

"Bye, Chris."

"Bye."

Charisma closed her cell phone, removed her earpiece, shook her head and thought to herself. What did I just agree to? I know damn good and well that I don't need to be going to some strip club. There's probably gonna be a bunch of horny oversexed women swooning over some muscle bound freak taking off his clothes for money. Oh my God, what is wrong with me? I should call her back and say no I've changed my mind. But she gave Erin her word she would go. What could happen? I'm only gonna go for about an hour then I will make up an excuse and tell her that I have to leave.

Later that night after Charisma got home, she took a shower, brushed her teeth, got dressed and was getting ready to go. She wore her black jeans that accentuated her very curvaceous backside, a white camisole top that hung off her beautiful caramel colored shoulders that trailed down to her breasts. If I had the nerve I'd buy me some real breasts. She looked in the mirror, parted her hair across, put one part in a ponytail and left the rest down. After that, she applied her clear lipgloss, put on her diamond stud earrings and matching three diamond pendant that her parents had bought for her birthday that nestled just about the cleavage in her breasts. After she put on her white classic K-Swiss sneakers, she sprayed on some Red Door perfume, and took one last look in the mirror. Alright, Er, I'm ready whenever you are.

She went downstairs and sat down on her Laura Ashley leather sectional and waited for her friend. She grabbed the remote control on her coffee table and turned on the fifty-two inch big screen flat television. As she was surfing the channels, her doorbell rang. She hurriedly turned off the television and got up to answer the door. Erin stood before her wearing a dark blue dress and matching heels. Her auburn hair was in an updo that looked like it had been created by some top celebrity hairstylist. And her makeup was flawless. She was ready and prepared for anything that might come up unexpectedly. But with Erin, nothing was unexpected especially if it had something to do with some man that she wanted to hook up with.

"Ready to go?" Erin asked.

"To go where, a ballroom dance, you said we were gonna go to Chippendale's?" Charisma questioned.

"We are."

"Are you sure?" Just then Erin looked down at her clothing.

"Oh you talking about this outfit."

"Yeah."

"Well, I thought I would dazzle some people with something they have never seen me in."

"Oh, you mean clothes."

"Very funny, Miss Thing."

"I thought it was."

"If you are through trying to be comical, can we go?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Charisma grabbed her jacket and keys and followed Erin out to her Mercedes. They both got into the car and Erin sped off. When they arrived at strip club, Erin was greeted by a very burly valet, who looked as if he should have been part of the club's elite. Erin smiled at him as he handed him the keys and he smiled back. Charisma had to admit that he had a nice smile, but nowhere near as nice as Dave's. As they were walking to the front of the club, they were stopped by the Emcee, who was also quite tall and very good-looking. But again, not even was he close to Dave.

"Hello, Erin. How are you tonight?" The man asked.

"I'm good Lance and you?" Erin said, handing the VIP invitation to the man.

"And who might you be?" Lance asked, appreciatively scanning Charisma from head to toe.

"Charisma Scott." She scoffed.

"She is my guest tonight. If that's okay with you Lance?" Erin asked batting her eyes.

"Yes, it's okay with me." Lance said. "So I take it you will be in the VIP section again tonight huh, Erin?"

"Yes, we will be thank you." Erin was being totally flirtatious with him. i might see you later baby.

Erin and Charisma walked in Chippendale's. Charisma could not believe her eyes how enormously huge and spacious the club was. She thought that some of the most rich and famous women had come in at one time or another. There were tables and chairs surrounding the stage area. The stage area was quite big, standing out among the rest of the entire club. As they walked to their designated area, Erin talked to and was greeted byalot of men while Charisma continued to make her way through the crowd. The men of Chippendale's were the main attraction, especially to most of the women who came there. Some were blonde, dark haired and some were even red. Some had long hair, some had short hair and there were even some that had no hair at all. But they all had one thing in common: they looked hot! Although Charisma didn't think too much of it. She continued to walk behind Erin because she didn't want to take any chances on anyone talking to her. After all, she was there as Erin's guest. They arrived at their destination. They were sitting down and a short blonde haired, big breasted waitress came to take their orders.

"What's up girl?" The waitress squealed.

"Nothing girl, what's up with you?" Erin asked as they exchanged hugs.

"Just working."

"Not too hard I hope."

"Now you know me, I don't work hard, I hardly work."

"Well you go girl. This is my best friend, Charisma Scott."

"Hi Charisma, is this your first time here?"

"Yes, it is."

"Well I hope you have a good time, because there alot of hot and sexy guys here."

"Well thank you." God I wanna go home.

"What can I get you tonight, Erin, your usual?"

"Yeah, thank you."

"And what for you Charisma?"

"Just water."

"Alright, coming right up."

She turned around and left them alone to talk amongst themselves. Erin and Charisma were talking and laughing while their drinks were being brought to them. The waitress sat the drinks down on the table. While they drank and continued talking, someone caught Erin's eye. She stood up and waved erratically at the man. All the motions she was making with her body seemed to work because he waved back at her.

"That's him." Erin said, smiling radiantly and very excitedly.

"That's who?" Charisma asked, curious.

"The guy that I was talking to earlier on the phone when we went out for lunch."

"Okay." Oh great, here we go.

As he made his way over to the table, Erin reached up to him and hugged him and introduced Charisma.He looked down at Charisma who was still drinking her water. As Erin continued to talk and laugh with him, Charisma was not the least bit interested in him. All she really wanted to do at that moment was go home. Being home was probably the best thing for her. She knew in the beginning that she honestly didn't want to be there anyway. She was about to tell Erin that she was ready to leave when the announcer appeared on the stage, signalling the beginning of the show.

"Hey what's up ladies." The announcer rang out through the club.

"Are you ready for some sexy entertainment?"

"Well I have some pretty hot and tantalizing men back here who are ready to perform for you."

"Coming to the stage is one of the finest men here at Chippendale's, now you know that he is just too hot so give it up and show your love for our one and only Greek adonis, David Bautista!"

There was pure silence all over the club at first, but in the distance there was finger snapping. As the curtain was lifted, inch by inch, there was a very tall and masculine figure standing with his back turned snapping his fingers. Suddenly without warning, Janet Jackson's "Anytime Anyplace" blared throughout the club. He turned around and slowly walked with the rhythm of the music. He was wearing an expensive black sport jacket with black slacks and a pair of posh shades to complete the look. As he continued walking to the end of the stage, he began to gyrate his hips ever so slowly to the music.

In the thundering rain
you stare into my eyes
I can feel your hand moving up my thighs
skirt around my waist
wall against my face
I can feel your lips

I dont wanna stop just because
People walkin' by watchin' us
I dont give a damn what they think
I want you now
I dont wanna stop just because
You feel so good inside of my love
I'm not gonna stop no no no
I want you all I wanna say is

Anytime, anyplace I don't care who's around
Anytime, and anyplace I don't care who's around

Dancing on the floor
Feelin' the slow groove
My mind is starting to burn
With forbidden thoughts
Strangers all around
With the lights down low
I was thinking maybe we could...well you know

Women were swooning over the display that was put before them. While moving ever so slowly and seductively to the music, Dave began to undress himself. First, he removed his jacket which showed off his magnificent physique. Continuing to dazzle the women that were standing before him, he ran his fingers through his dark hair, over and down his face and neck to his massive chest. Knowing that he had the girls crazy over him, he smiled and started to undo his belt buckle. He slowly took off his belt and tossed it to the side of the stage. Placing his hands on the button of his slacks, he took his time soaking up all the adoration and screams of the female swarm. Knowing how much attention he was getting and also very content on his task at hand, Dave unzipped and stripped off the slacks to reveal a red g-string. The women were screaming and looking at him with both lust and desire in thier eyes. Some of them even tried to climb up on the stage with him, but to avail. They began to throw money up on the stage. When Dave would lean down to thier level, they strategically place money in their mouths in hopes Dave would take it from them. While Dave continued to gyrate his hips, mid-song, he started walking back away from the edge of the stage. When he was in place, water began to rain from the ceiling. Standing underneath the spray of water, Dave threw his head back enjoying the moisture. While in position, he crouched down and began to crawl back to the edge of the stage. When he reached the end, women from all sides of him began putting money in his g-string. Appreciatingly, he smiled and took some of the money in hand as the song came to an end. Dave pulled himself back up on his feet and walked to the back of the dressing area still hearing the screams and shouts and knowing that he had did what he set out to do, give the women what they wanted.