I'm so sorry that it has taken me so long to update. Real life has been crazy! I have one child in kindergarten that plays baseball. My oldest child is in 3rd grade and is in the accelerated reading program. Between baseball practice and games, AR banquets and reward trips, field trips, plus volunteering at school and working part time, I have been extremely busy.

Thank you to tawelephant for being my beta on this chapter! You rock baby mama! Thanks to her and Cullenfan524 for being with me since the beginning.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Myers owns Twilight and all the characters. But stripper Edward is mine.

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Chapter 3: A Night to Remember

Bella POV

"Bella Swan." My phone ringing saved me from my insanity. It was another boring day in the office of Bella Swan at Hale Publishing. The manuscript that I had been editing was almost finished. If I didn't pace myself, I was going to go out of my mind.

Usually I work on one manuscript a week. It doesn't take me long to read one from cover to cover. Unless it sucks. If it is good and hooks me from the first page, then I will devour it. If is sucks, well of course I struggle to get through it. Whatever corrections need to be made, I'll edit them, then pass if off to Mr. or Mrs. Hale. They have final say on all works to be published. My job is to see whether or not it goes to their hands. The Hales' know that if I don't like it, can't stay interested in it, that it probably won't do well.

"Hey girlfriend. What are you doing?" Angela spoke softly into the phone. She was like me, quite and soft spoken. Even though Rose and I had been friends since like forever, sometimes I felt like Angela was my soul sister.

"Hey back. I'm sitting in my cell waiting for them to throw me a bone." Sighing, I sat back in my chair.

"You know if you didn't read so fast, then maybe you wouldn't be finished so quick." Angela responded back. In the background, I could hear her clicking away on her calculator. She was a speed demon on that damn thing. Her fingers moved so fast, I didn't know how she knew if she was hitting the right numbers or not.

"What about you Miss Ten Key Wizard." We nicknamed her that after the song Pinball Wizard by The Who. One night we were at one of the bars that we liked to hang out at and there was a Rock Band contest. Some old ass got up there choosing that song as his entry causing us all to groan in protest. None of us liked any songs by The Who. Well except the theme song on CSI. To everyone's surprise, he rocked out that song on hard and finished in the top three.

"Touché. Hey, listen. I wanted to tell you that I can't go with you guys Saturday night."

All week I had been nervous as hell about going to the male strip club that Rose wanted to go to for her birthday. Several times I had pulled up the website to look at the strippers. The way they were pictured, scantily clad and slicked up with what I guessed was oil to show off their bodies made my imagination run wild.

"What? Oh no, don't do this to me. You were going to be my savior. There is no telling how Rose is going to act at that place."

Knowing Rose the way I did, I knew that she was going to be as outlandish as she always is. She has always been loud and outspoken. But if you add alcohol and hot naked guys, there will be no bounds to her behavior. The thought of how she would be made my stomach clench with anxiety.

"I'm sorry Bella. I have to go out of town and do an audit. The guy that was supposed to go is sick and we're shorthanded." Angela paused for a minute then whispered conspiratorially. "I was kinda looking forward to going. Some of those guys on that website look really hot. I can't imagine what it would be like to see them dance naked."

"Angela!" I admonished. "It is going to be so embarrassing sitting there watching them." My face began to blaze at the thought.

"Bella, really. It's not that big of a deal. So what. There naked. They can't touch you and you can't touch them."

Forget about the soul sister comment. Right now she was the enemy. It seems like it is always the quiet ones you have to worry about.

"You sound just like Rose." I muttered.

"Bella it's all just for fun. Go. Have fun. It won't be that bad. I wish you could take some pictures for me." In the background I heard someone come in her office. "Listen, I have to go. I'll call you when I get back."

With that Angela was gone. My mind began running over what she had said. Thinking about going to a strip club made my palms sweat. Just the thought of watching them being naked made me feel uncomfortable.

A chime on my computer alerted me to an email.

TO: Alice Brandon; Bella Swan

FROM: Rosalie Hale

SUBJECT: Saturday night

Angela just emailed and said she had to go out of town for work this weekend. She is disappointed that she can't go but insisted that we go on without her and check the place out. Angela said that maybe we could go back for her birthday if we liked the place. So the plan is still on. I want to go to that little Italian place we love then head out to the strip club. I'm so excited! I can't wait! Dress up bitches!

Rosalie

Oh and Bella, don't worry so much! We're going to have fun! Promise!

"That's easy for her to say." I muttered to myself frowning.

Saturday night was here before I knew it. All of the anxiety I had felt all week still had my stomach rolled into knots. Just as I got dressed my phone rang.

"Hello." I answered zipping up my knee high boots. Rosalie insisted that we dress up. Dressing up wasn't something that I did very often except when we went out. At the office I mostly wore jeans and my Chucks since I didn't deal with the public. Besides that it was more comfortable. So when we went out, I didn't mind getting dolled up.

"Hey, we're almost there. Are you ready?" Alice practically yelled through the phone. She had me on the speaker phone connected through her car. Music was pumping in the background and I could hear Rosalie singing along.

"Yea, I'm ready." As ready as I'll ever be to watch men dance around naked.

"What are you wearing?" Rosalie screamed at me from the background.

"My black and gray leopard print sweater with my black knee high skirt, the black knee high boots you got me for Christmas and tights." Standing in front of the mirror, I turned from left to right appraising my clothes.

"Sweet. See you in a minute." Alice and Rose both responded before disconnecting the call.

We arrived at the restaurant each ordering a glass of wine to go with our meal. While we ate, we laughed and reminisced about birthdays past relieving some of my tension. Our dinner was delicious and when we were finished, Alice and I split the check and headed out.

When we pulled into the parking lot, there were just a few places left to park. Apparently Saturday night was a busy night for the strip club. Instead of opting for the valet parking, Alice parked herself wanting nothing to happen to her prized Tahoe.

The building was one of the older ones in the district. It was constructed of brick, looking weathered from time, with a small awning at the entrance. There were no windows or anything decorative about the structure. Over the awning was a painted sign with the name of the club - Arrow with the male symbol in place of the o just like on the website.

There was a line at the door to get inside. It was mostly women, but I noticed there were a few men too. The line moved quickly and once inside the door we could hear the music.

After paying our cover charge we walked through the curtain into what I thought was a whole different realm of reality. My eyes instantly shot to the stage where a man was already dancing. Naked. Oh. My. God.

"Holy shit." Alice muttered.

"Now this is what I'm talking about!" Rosalie responded clapping her hands together.

A waiter walked over to greet us, and then escorted us to a table on the upper level of the club. Relief washed over me that she hadn't seated us close to the stage. After taking our drink order she disappeared into the crowd.

The club itself wasn't that big. The dance stage, set in the middle of the room, had a plastic floor with lights underneath and a pole at the end. Above the stage was a flashing disco light that flickered colors all around the room. Just as Rosalie's friends from work described, all around the stage was what looked like a mote keeping at least three feet between the dancers and the patrons.

Small tables were set up all along the dance floor, some with reserved signs set on top, while more tables were set up all around the main level. Behind the stage, the whole wall was made up of mirrors allowing you to see everything in the entire room. Along the wall at the entrance, what looked like an antique chandelier hung above a huge wood bar where waitresses and patrons were lined up to order drinks. At one end of the bar, there was a sound booth where two men were seated controlling the music and the lights.

Where we were seated, there were more tables behind the rail that separated the main level and the upper level. Two dancers, one on each rail, were posed on the wide plank that made up the top of the rail, dancing along with the music that was pumping out of the speakers. At least these guys had something on to cover their privates, even if it was nothing but a Speedo.

A man came out from the side door beside the stage making his way through the crowd. He would stop at each table, talking with the customers, laughing with them. At one of the tables, I watched as he slipped money in his g string before he started performing a table top dance right at the table.

When he finished, he started his tour of the tables again. As he came close to us, Rosalie hissed in approval. Squatting down beside her, Rosalie leaned in to close the distance between them. They flirted with each other, whispering in each other's ear and laughing loudly. When their conversation was over, he stood taking Rosalie's hand in his as he began to lead her from our table.

Looking over her shoulder, Rosalie called out to us. "Come on ladies. We just got upgraded."

"No way." Protesting, I stayed in my seat not budging.

"Bella. Get the fuck up. I want to sit closer." Alice shrieked at me as she pushed me out of my chair. For a short person, she sure can be pushy.

The dancer led us to one of the small tables that sat beside the stage with a reserve sign on it. When the waitress brought our drinks to us, he whispered in the girl's ear before handing her the reserve sign. After kissing Rosalie's hand, he walked away leaving Rosalie in a daze.

"Before the night is up, I want a lap dance from him. A private one upstairs." She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. Rosalie's eyes were hooded with desire as she watched the dancer make his way around the room.

"What the hell did he say to you?" Alice asked taking a sip of her drink.

"He said three pretty ladies shouldn't be hiding in the corner. When I told him all the good seats were taken, he said he would take care of that." Rosalie sipped her drink watching the dancer on stage over the lip of her glass.

My eyes followed what she was looking at. I gasped in surprise when I realized the dancer that was currently on stage was shaking his junk right at us. My face turned the color of a beet.

For a while, we were all speechless as we watched dancer after dancer come out and strip their clothes off to the music. Dancing around in nothing but their birthday suit, each one had his own style of dancing and music. This was one of the first times since I have known Rosalie that she was this quiet for this long.

One dancer came out, tattoos adorning his back and upper arms, his hair appeared greasy and stringy, a goatee on his chin, looking like a singer of a grunge band. When he stripped, his dick was one of the biggest ones I had ever seen, not like I had anything to compare it to.

Would I by Alice in Chains played as he writhed around on the floor. Looking over to see the reaction of the girls, I noticed Alice in a deep conversation with a girl who looked about our age with bright red hair sitting alone at the table beside us.

When he was finished dancing, an announcement was made that there would be a short intermission before the next dancer began. Alice motioned with her head for us to follow as she stood from her seat and made her way to the bathroom.

"Who was that chick you were talking to?" Rosalie asked while we waited in line for our turn to go to the bathroom.

"She is married to the last guy that was up there dancing." Alice retorted with a laugh I assumed from the bugged out look on my face.

"No way." I whispered loudly.

"Yes way. He apparently does this for a living. I saw them exchange looks a couple of times, so I asked her if she knew him. She told me he has been doing this for several years now. Sometimes she works at the bar wherever he's dancing at. So after she filled me in, I asked her what the hell was that thing most of them were wearing around their dick and balls."

"I wandered about that myself." Rosalie responded eagerly. "Well, what did she say?"

"It's a cock ring." Alice stated smugly like the kid who had the right answer in class.

"What the hell is that?" I asked incredulously. Out of all my friends, I was the least educated in anything related to sex.

"They have to wear it around their trunk and baggage to keep it from going limp or getting to hard." Alice answered while I'm sure the look on my face was one of complete ignorance.

"Explain that again." Rosalie asked. My head snapped to hers. She looked just as confused as I did about what the hell a cock ring was. Rosalie was shocking the piss out of me. Speechless, quiet, confused, none of those were traits of hers. All the dicks swinging around must have turned her brain to mush. It sure as hell was mine.

"It's a band that they wear around their dick and balls. It keeps them semi hard, not exactly limp and not a full erection. She said they it would funny if they were dancing with a hard dick." Alice giggled.

"That's one I've never heard of before." Rosalie responded earnestly. Rosalie had attended sex parties before where the women would set up sex toys and let you peruse and choose what you wanted to buy. This must have been something that she hadn't seen before. She was more into the self pleasuring type things.

After we finished our bathroom break, we made our way back to the table just in time to order another round of drinks before the next dancer was introduced.

"Please welcome to the stage one of our newest dancers, Edward." The sound guy announced.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as the next dancer took the stage. He was shaking his hands like a runner does before he starts a race. As he stepped up on the stage light flickered across him illuminating his body so that I could see him. My lips parted slighted as my breath caught quickly.

This man was nothing short of magnificent.

He was tall with a lean muscular frame. His chest was toned but not overly so with a splattering of hair there leading down a trail to his belly button. From there down, the trail was thicker going straight down between the v of his hips.

Bending down, he picked up a towel that I had seen the other dancers use to wipe the pole down. Barefooted, he padded out to the pole wrapping the towel around it taking his hands and running it up and down the length of the pole.

Once he was finished, he threw the towel back to the mirrored wall at the back of the stage. Nodding once towards the man who controlled the sound system, Use Somebody by the Kings of Leon began to pump out of the speakers, filling the room.

Transfixed, I watched his whole body change from being stiff and nervous, to relaxed and confident as his body began to sway with the music. His face became a blank mask covering the nervousness that was there just seconds before.

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach

With his left hand, he gripped the pole for balance as he knees began to pump his body up and down. His right hand slipped inside the waistband of his shorts, sliding from left to right, then lowering the zipper, slipping his hand inside gripping himself as he threw his head back.

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Taking both hands he slid his shorts down, toeing them off and throwing them towards the back of the stage. He was left in nothing but his g string underwear now, his erection prominent. His long fingers dipped under the strings, lowering them inch by delicious inch, revealing that he was bare down there like the other dancers so far.

Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street

The spinning light about the stage hit his face revealing deep green eyes focusing on the pole in front of him. His hair was a bronze color, unlike anything I had ever seen before, sticking up all over his head.

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Slowly he slid his underwear down over his thighs, leaving them there for a moment as he pushed his hips forward. He swung his hips from left to right making his penis sway back and forth in time with the music.

Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat

Putting his back to the pole, his hands grabbed his underwear sliding them over his knees, down his legs as his body slid down against the pole. Once he was all the way down to a crouched position, he spread his legs all the way open then closed them again, repeating the action as his penis swayed seductively between his legs.

I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Standing upright, he gripped the pole, spinning around it. His hips ground into the pole rubbing his penis against it like he would against a woman. Or a man if he was gay.

Someone like me, someone like me
Someone like me, somebody

Turning he faced the stage to his left. He brought his hands up behind his head, stretching out his stomach muscles making them taut. His hips swayed back and forth making his penis swing to the beat of the music. He turned toward the other side of the stage repeating the same moves as before.

I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now

He danced back to the pole, rubbing his hands up and down his body, occasionally gripping himself, squeezing slightly before rubbing over it throwing his head back like he was about to have an orgasm.

Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody

He gripped the pole with his hands, pulling himself up almost to the top while his feet worked to hold him steady. When stopped, he leaned backward, sliding slowly down the pole.

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see

By the time the words finished, he had slid all the way down, his hands supporting him, his legs wrapped around the pole. His hips were gyrating slightly, making his penis dance. My eyes met his. He was staring at me intently an unreadable expression on his face especially since he was upside down.

Women started screaming and clapping when the song was over. He slid the rest of the way down, his feet landing solidly on the ground. Turning around so that his ass faced away from the crowd, he got down on his hands and knees to start to retrieve the money that had been waded up into small balls so when thrown it would reach the stage.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Vaguely I realized that Rosalie had stuffed waded up money in my hands instructing me to throw it up on the stage. I watched as he crawled around picking up the money. When he was positioned right in front of me, his eyes met mine again. The heat of his stare made my eyes burn from the intensity of his gaze, my face blushed with the way he was looking at me.

I'm not sure how long we stared at each other. Every thing around me seemed to stop. All the women standing on the other side of the mote were trying to get his attention, the men ogling him like he was the last man on earth. Rosalie snatched the money back out of my hands, throwing it on stage for me. His eyes never left mine as the waded up the money in his hands rained around him.

He shook his head as if to break the spell that we seemed to be in. Grabbing the rest of the money and his g string, he walked to the back of the stage. He leaned against the mirror slipping on his shorts, his eyes meeting mine once again. Turning he made his way off the stage, over to the door that he had walked out of only moments before. He turned back to me one last time before he walked through the door. His green eyes burning into my brown ones, his expression was unreadable before he walked away.

"What the fuck was that?" Rosalie asked.

I didn't know how to respond. It was my turn to be speechless and confused. The most amazing looking man I have ever seen in my life just danced naked in front of me. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

I knew in that moment that no matter how upset I was because Rosalie dragged me to this strip club that this would be one of the most memorable nights of my life.

A/N: So what do you think? Please review and let me know. Until then, I'll be with Linus hiding under his blanket, thinking about Edward dancing. Yummy!

Next chapter will be in Edward's POV.