Chapter 4 - The Mighty Huntress
Eric's POV
I remember it all too clearly the Wednesday night that insufferable woman entered the club and turned everything as I know it to shit. Night after unbearable night I worked in a god forsaken strip club named Hooligans. Not that I didn't love what I did, but I knew that my potential was wasted on a mediocre job.
I always knew I was meant for something glorious so after high school I moved out to Hollywood and started the vigorous ground work of putting myself out there to audition to anyone who would give a millimeter of a damn. Finally after a couple of months of dealing with bullshit agents I landed my first big break. VNY Model Management offered me a contract, moved me out to New York City and my career began modeling Calvin Klein.
By the time I was twenty-two I had modeled in thirty-eight different countries and even headlined a premier new clothing designer on a Paris runway. Women, sometimes several in one night graced my bed and threw themselves at my feet. I was at the top of my game and the only place left to go was up. In fact, nothing could have made me happier than when an HBO agent came out to see me and said they had in mind a perfect role for me to play on a new television series. But I was wrong, things could spiral downhill fast and they did quicker than I could ever imagine.
I clearly remember that day in February just a little over two years ago. I was in Milan for fashion week all decked out in designer threads. After starring in one of the biggest shows of the year I was celebrating at the after party when my phone rang and I took the call that changed my life.
My father had died about five years back and my mother was the main support system for myself and my little sister, Sophie-Anne. My mother had been coming home from work late one night and the roads were slippery due to a rare snowfall. Apparently a deer darted across the road and she swerved to miss it hitting a telephone pole dying instantly leaving my seven year old sister and myself without a mother.
After I snapped my phone shut I hailed a cab to the airport and took the next flight out to Shreveport, LA to make arrangements for a funeral and comfort my little sister. The long grueling flight overseas gave me time to think of how these events were going to change my life. Having no other family and no one else suited to take on the responsibility of a little girl, I found my life about to change. By the end of the week, I had made the decision that I would put my life on hold to provide a stable environment for my beloved younger sibling.
I made the necessary phone calls and backed out of my contracts thank heavens there were no lasting repercussions. My family had been wealthy, but being the proud man that I am I wasn't able to blow through a trust fund when I was more than capable of supporting us on my own. I decided that the money would be saved for Sophie-Anne until turned twenty-one. Modeling was the only thing I ever knew and needing to support a family, opportunities as such weren't available in this area. So, I did the next best thing, I applied for a job at a strip club. My life had become all business, no longer was I taking different women home each night. I shut all those desires down knowing that when I came home late at night I was relieving a babysitter and checking on my dear sister in the next bedroom.
My plan of control had worked until that Wednesday night. That particular night a new beautiful tall blond woman started working at the club. Her flawless skin reminded me of the Paris women who primped themselves, except this woman had natural beauty that had not been refined by expensive chemicals and treatments. Even in the dim club light, I could see the illustrious shine to her hair and the mischievous sparkle in her eyes. That moment, the one where my life turned to shit, was when she looked at me in awe and reverence dropping her tray. I had to smile at such innocence, something I hadn't done in a while. A fire burned in my loins and for the first time my cock was rock hard on stage. It was the first time ever I had to go into the bathroom and relieve my hard-on with a bit of hand to hand lovin'. I knew this woman would be the death of me; my control was gradually slipping.
Concentrating on my routines I tried to ignore her for the rest of the night. The few times she managed to catch my eye I felt the fire within me stir. Of course, after the show was over I was changing in the dressing room and I felt her piercing eyes on my naked body. I turned a little towards her so she'd glimpse my stirring cock fascinated by what I'd see in her eyes. I could tell that her composure was forced and again I wonder what such an innocent creature was doing working at a club such as this. Spouting off some cocky retort for her gaze I found that her casual answer was severely…lacking because I knew I sure wasn't. I smirked at her knowing that I bested her at a game of unraveling wits and turned back to my locker to continuing dressing. Making a show of leaving I slammed my locker a bit too hard and sauntered out.
Waking up the next morning after getting Sophie off to school, I had to prove if my theories were correct. I had no idea what power this exquisite woman held, but I was sure that once I spoke with her she'd be like any other idiotic blond bimbo and wouldn't captivate my attention one bit. Calling Claude around noon, knowing that he commands at least twelve hours of sleep, I casually asked when he'd be at the club. I simply explained that I had been working on a new group routine and wanted his opinion on it. He informed me of his luncheon plans and said he'd be at the club around three.
Having all the information I needed I decided to make a surprise appearance for lunch catching the new girl off guard. Parking around back of the café I peered at the group from a distance noticing that Hoyt managed to tag along as well. Not that I had anything against Hoyt, but being bisexual he always took an ideal opportunity to pounce on any pretty little thing male or female. Lafayette on the other hand always brought a scowl to my face. Modeling I had worked with many professional gay men, but the ones that always rubbed me the wrong way were the flamboyant pansies. I had a hard time respecting them or taking any of them seriously. Lafayette was no exception!
Taking in a deep steady breath I arrogantly made my way over to the table assuming they'd pull a chair over for me. Of course, Claudine always being the diplomat and peacekeeper didn't fail placing me in the most desired seat next to the fascinating new girl. Folding my long legs under the table my thigh brushed hers sending a dull ache straight to my cock. From the corner of my peripheral vision I could see her glancing my way eyes downward looking at the bulge in my pants. When I Shifted slightly she removed her glare back to her menu.
The waitress came and we all, no surprise, ordered salads. As I was listening to all the hold the eggs, extra tomatoes, no olives, and other variations to a salad you could possibly make from one group, the new girl made no variation but ordered real ranch dressing. Thinking how ludicrous all the bland food is with all the exercise we get I ordered a bowl of soup. Claudine cocked an eyebrow at me making some childish figure watching comment and I decided to use my response as a cleave way to learn the new girl's name giving her credit for my varying meal choice.
She hesitated for a moment as I anticipated her answer. The words she spoke as an introduction rolled off her tongue caressing each syllable. The fervor in her voice sent warm heat through my body which wasn't helping my already hard burden in my pants. She spoke again asking me about my accent and I could see the interest peeked in my co-workers because they knew nothing about me. Purposely I had kept my past hidden and my current predicament undisclosed.
With care I gave her a vague answer about my place of birth knowing that it was sufficient to satisfy her curiosity.
The flamboyant ass sarcastically mocked my answer so I retorted with lack of emotion back, "I only respond to those worthy of an answer."
It was no surprise to me when that bisexual mother fucker Hoyt obnoxiously began to flirt with Sookie, the woman who'd caught my eye. It wasn't enough that he latched on like a leech to anything male with a pretty face, but the greedy bastard devoured the female species as well. Throughout their conversation what amazed me the most about the appeal of this woman is she didn't even know what a temptress she was. She had no idea of how her finely toned voluptuous body attracted male infatuation. What defined her the most was that she took herself out of her comfort zone trying something that terrified her because she had responsibilities to her family. We had that in common. Raising a young girl was something totally out of my comfort zone and was the only thing I felt inadequate about in my life.
I could feel the tension in her body radiating off from her as Hoyt tried to talk her into dancing. She held her chin high as she was bombarded with questions and even back sassed Lafayette earning her even more respect from me. When Hoyt offered to help her with technique it took all I had not to step in and squash his offer with my own. Clenching my fists under the table I let an exasperated sigh escape my lips causing Claudine to look my way. I needed better control over my emotions and couldn't wait for lunch to be over to put some distance between myself and the insufferable huntress.
After lunch we took off in different directions all heading in the intended direction of the club. I knew that woman would be there and I had to get a handle on myself before I came into contact with her again. Pulling off into a parking area, I adjusted my uncomfortable jeans as I closed my eyes and let my mind wander.
But, it drifted in a wrong direction and before I knew it I was fantasizing…
Walking into the club I saw a beautiful elegant woman running a hand in between her breast with her head tossed back practicing a dance routine. The lights were dimmed, my footsteps light as I lithely stepped onto the stage. Gliding over to the mighty huntress I ran my hand over the side of her body as she moaned into my touch leaning into me. She stood up and I pulled her into my arms and we slowly danced to the beat. Rotating my hips forward I grinded myself into her hot wet wonton core and she raked her hands down the front of my shirt. Our lips touched with heated abandon as I pushed on her ass grinding her into my rock hard erection. Wrapping her legs around me I lifted her skirt to discover the little minx had left her panties behind. Her steady skilled fingers had my pants discarded in moments. Licking her way down my body her warm lips wrapped around my waiting cock. The vixen looked back up into my eyes as she glided her mouth up and down my member. Placing her hands on my ass she thrust me forward as I tangled my hands in her silky golden waves. It only took a few moments for her pace to pick up and my breathing to become ragged. Climaxing with a shout I spilled all I had to offer into her sweet wet mouth as she made sure to lap up every drop…
Opening my eyes I grabbed a few napkins out of the glove compartment to clean the jiz off my stomach. At least I had the presence of mind to pull my shirt up and out of the way before I began stroking myself. With a sigh of annoyance I realized that I couldn't let this girl get to me. Determined to forget about her and do my job, I set off in the direction of the club.
Upon arriving at the club I noticed that the woman who starred in the last two days worth of fantasies was long gone, leaving me with my two stage counterparts to work choreography. I Cursed under my breath, mad and frustrated all over a tempting blond that I should have been too caught up in my own issues to not give one flying fuck about. My exacerbation crept into my work taking its ugly toll on our entire new routine. Being the perfectionist that I am I rode Hoyt hard over every mistake he made putting my personal feelings of his flirtatious efforts with my temptress in the forefront of my mind. At one point he fumbled so horribly that I called him out on his incompetence. Claude clearly annoyed over the highly unproductive afternoon told me to go home and cool off before that evening's show.
The only thing that could bring a smile to my lips was Sophie-Anne's face when I walked through the front door. I called her name as I unlocked my front door and she came running around the corner as fast as she could throwing herself into my waiting arms. My whole world might be in shambles, but this little girl knew just what to do to take all my pain away.
"Eric, you're home. Did you get tonight off? We can play Monopoly. I'll get the board." Not giving me even a second to answer she wiggled out of my embrace and dashed into the other room to get her well played Monopoly game. Striding over to the kitchen table I awaited her return.
She came back a few seconds later with the game in hand placing it on the kitchen table.
"Sophie, we can play for a little while, but I do have to work tonight. I was given some time off this afternoon so I have a few hours to spare and I would like nothing more than your company." She smiled so lovingly at me as we setup the board together. Her favorite part was to play banker and I'd always watch her close because somehow at the end of the game she was always loaded with money and I was always flat broke. Keeping light conversation I asked, "How was school today?"
She sighed dramatically before she retorted, "Fine."
Raising an eyebrow I asked, "It doesn't sound fine?"
"Well, these girls were telling me today that mommy died because she didn't want to spend time with me anymore." Tears welled in her eyes as she told me about what others had said to her.
Taking her in my arms, I held her tight fighting back tears of my own. "Sophie, never doubt how much mommy loved you. If somehow it could have been prevented she'd be here with us now, never forget that. None of it was your fault and I love you very much. I will be here for you always my little one. Did you tell the teacher what those girls said to you?"
She vehemently shook her head no and I knew, first thing tomorrow I'd call the school. Holding her tight I dried her tears with my hands and rocked her until she was ready to get down.
I helped her finish the setup and called for pizza. I spent the next two hours playing a grueling game of Monopoly and losing quite badly to a nine year old little girl. If only life could be this simple all the time, just maybe I could find some way to get through it.
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The hardest part was leaving again. Running a bit late I didn't arrive at the club until almost seven. Even though I knew what I was performing for the evening it still didn't give me much time to setup and have everything ready for costume changes. The backstage handler of the show was a man named Victor. We didn't get along particularly well, but he was sufficient at his job and always had props and quick change costumes ready.
Tonight was no different. I had left him a list of the acts I was planning and he had what I needed all laid out for me in the dressing room. The first number was a group performance with my two counterparts and we dressed in white naval uniforms.
Standing backstage I waited for the music to cue and the curtain to lift. Nodding to Claude I marched in succession with the music. The song choice was an emotional number for me and I never had any problem with the cold hard mask that blanketed my face. This particular song was played at my mother's funeral and always reminded me of the solemn occasion that made me the primary caregiver to a little girl. Originally I objected to this song because of the strong memories it brought me, but when I refused to explain my reasoning Claude overrode me.
Systematically I went through all the motions in the steps, but my mind and heart were elsewhere as was the case most times during this number. All sound was devoid from my mind and even the women dropping money in my collection area didn't faze me. My eyes glazed out of focus as I finished the number in time with the others. With a heavy heart I made my way over to the locker rooms knowing I had a few minutes to myself before I went back on. Sitting in one of the shower stalls I wiped away unshed tears that refused to fall. My feelings were constantly bottled inside never allowing them to break surface except on these rare occasions. After a few minutes I splashed some water on my face before returning to the floor to ready myself for my next performance.
I waited in my dressing room to be called listening to the melodic voice of Pavarotti which filled my senses and calmed my frazzled nerves. Victor knocked signaling that it was time. Dressing in my pinstripe gangster suit, with my white fedora feathered hat tipped to the side, and my white cane I sauntered my way onto the stage.
Feeling my way through the music I moved my body in time with the beat. Removing my jacket I flexed my abdominal muscles by arching my back and thrusting my hips forward. Just as I dropped on all fours pumping my hips I made eye contact with my temptress. I felt that strange pull of her hypnotic magic and suddenly those hips thrusts felt more real to me as heat crept into my loins. For the second time in two days I was sporting a major hard-on right on stage. One thing was definitely for certain, with the huntress as my muse for inspiration my tips were sure to increase. Feeling the kinetic energy way too powerful I broke eye contact and looked for another victim I could rape with my eyes. I had done it hundreds of times, staring down women until they either fainted or threw wads of cash in my direction. With the mighty huntress though, she was the one with the power to command me to her. I had never met another like her that demanded that kind of presence from me. I had to figure out how I was going to break away from her spell or even for that matter if I wanted to.
For the rest of my numbers that night she never looked my way. For that one concession I was relieved. I could focus on what I needed to do to rake in the most tips. Distracted as I was with that lovely creature my main goal fell by the wayside.
After the show Claude pulled me into his office to talk about what happened at practice causing an unnecessary delay in going to change. I was hoping to be done quick and on my way before she ever made it downstairs.
No such luck in fact, for when I walked in any progress I had made in the way of control flew right out the window. She was standing with her back to me in a white laced low cut boy-style panties and a bra to match. My cock instantly hardened seeing the glorious creature standing in front of me that I longed to touch. I had teased her the night before about seeing something she liked, well she had no idea just how much I liked what I saw. Taking a few steps forward I longed to touch and caress her skin running small kisses up and down her back. Primal urges I had long since buried burst forth screaming at me to grab her and pull her wanton flesh to my needy body. Trapping her against the locker taking her right there for all to see, marking her as mine. All these thoughts rushed through my brain in a matter of a few seconds. Just as I was contemplating ripping her panties off her the door to the locker creaked open. All ideas of my fantasy extinguished with the entering intruder.
Moving over to my locker I opened it like no other thoughts had entertained my mind. Claudine chatted with the mighty huntress over dancing lessons for the following day. They made a date to arrive at ten-thirty to start conditioning her to become one of us. My arm casually brushed hers causing my cock to twitch and her body to tense. She finished up quickly and scurried out. I wasted no time myself and hurried to get home knowing that I'd have to relieve the pressure in my pants again by my own hand.
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Waking up drenched in my own homemade yogurt I grabbed a towel to clean myself up. Needing to torment myself some more I decided to make my way over to the club to secretly watch her dance lesson with Claudine. With any luck she'd repulse me by falling flat on her face and being rhythmically challenged not even able to sway her body to the music.
My day started much earlier than any other dancer because I had to be up to get Sophie-Anne ready in the morning. Not being able to stomach feeding my baby doll those horrible school lunches I packed hers every day. Driving her to school I walked her in wanting to speak with her teacher about yesterday's incident deciding that one-on-one was much better than a phone call. I always wore my dark glasses into the building and if any parents or teachers knew what I did for a living none mentioned it. After making my way down to Sophie's classroom I spoke briefly with her teacher about the previous day's confrontation. Miss Pelt assured me with a winning smile that she'd watch closely. It did not escape my notice that she purposely crossed her legs hiking up her skirt when we spoke. I could practically hear the purr in her words reminding me of a lynx trapping its prey before the kill.
She grabbed my arm as she walked me to the door, I swear that woman was feeling my muscles and said, "Don't worry Mr. Northman; I will take care of everything." She suggestively stressed that last word indicating she'd take care of more than Sophie's problem if I'd let her. Walking away from the classroom I shook my head in disgust.
Driving back to my home I parked my car and got out to start my daily regimented run. In high school I had been on the track, wrestling, and football teams. Track was always my favorite. Running freed the mind and soul helping you to think logically and perform tasks more effectively. I was a firm believer in starting my day with a run having a circuit route for different days of the week. My daily run took up about an hour of my time then I usually headed off to the club. Delaying a bit after my run I went inside to kill about an hour. I wanted to make sure that Claudine and the temptress were already at work before I watched from behind the stage.
Feeling that an adequate amount of time passed I drove the half hour it took me to get to the club. As I pulled into the parking lot a man in a sleek, but stuffy looking suit was getting into his black BMW. I vaguely recalled hearing about a meeting that Amelia had with some hot-shot marketing exec at noon. Parking in the back I entered the building at quarter to one through the rear door so I could get in undetected.
With a light step I made my way into the locker room to put my things away. Hearing the blaring music through the club it spurred me on to move with stealth. Reminding myself of my ultimate goal of finding flaws in the temptress' lure I made my way up the back stairs slowly. Standing behind the stage off to my left I peered into her dance lesson.
I could not have been more shocked than by what I observed. The huntress glided one hand down Claudine's bosom as she threw her head back and caressed her own. She flipped around in front of Claudine running her hands behind her head feeling each curve of Claudine's sides. Claudine grazed her fingertips along the temptress' bosom as she arched her head back in ecstasy.
Nothing in my wildest fantasy could have prepared me for this sight and before I could even control my own actions I was stroking myself.
The two women stood up pranced around the stage and ended with the mighty huntress in front and Claudine caressing her from behind. She grinded her ass into Claudine's crotch placing her hands on Claudine's hips. Claudine playfully crossed her hands in front of her crotch touching her.
Looking down I was startled to realize where my hand was on its own accord. Panicking, feeling like a scopophiliac I crept back down the stairs taking sanctuary in the locker rooms. Taking a few deep breaths I closed my eyes pondering what to do next. Shamed at my own conduct and how I was reduced to no more than a good for nothing peeping-tom I decided to clear my head running on the treadmill.
That's exactly what I was doing when Claudine asked me if I planned to go to lunch, but all I heard was the word 'shower' and inappropriate fantasies clouded my mind. I knew she was there with her because the air in the room suddenly became claustrophobic making it hard to breathe. Grunting out some vague response just to get rid of them, I was left alone to my own demise to figure out exactly what I planned to do with my inhibited attraction to the mighty temptress.
My life was complicated enough without bringing someone like her into it. As much as I tried to run her out of my mind she kept filtering back in. The image of her touching herself played over and over in my mind causing my dick to twitch. Every time I'd pick up my speed hoping to flush her out of my system; it never worked. That memory would be permanently etched in my psyche and I knew what I had to do. I had to make her mine.
Having inspiration I went upstairs to pick through listings of song to hopefully send her a message. Most of the songs we had recorded sent subliminal messages to the audience, but I wanted a specific message that she'd have no doubt it was meant for her. I had no idea what her relationship status was and frankly didn't care. When I set out to do something I didn't back down until the end goal was achieved.
When I found the song, I just knew. First I listened to Ne-Yo's Single all the way through before the words moved my body creating steps just for her. I practiced a routine based on how she inspired me to move. As I glided across the stage I even mapped out my costume, a black tuxedo and a red rose.
I was still practicing, ironing out any flaws that didn't quite work when she came in. Her eyes met mine and I preformed the dance for her this time locking her in my gaze hoping that she'd received the message of intent loud and clear. Willing her to me as I danced I called her with my body language. Seeing her eyes widen allowed me to see the affect I had on her. I only hoped that would be enough. Shifting my gaze to another point in the room I finished out my routine.
When the song ended I went to kill the music and flip back on the lights.
Hoyt looked at me eyes full of jealousy and asked, "Already practicing for tonight's show?"
After his big fiasco yesterday and all the mistakes he made I felt the need to rub it in his face a bit. Offhandedly I answered, "Someone has to make sure that everything runs smoothly."
The doorbell rung and Claudine trotted off to answer it while Claude asked, "Is this new routine you choreographed a solo or group routine?"
As my answer left my lips my eyes trailed off in disbelief to a rather large bouquet of red roses that Claudine carried in. The aching pit in my stomach already knew who they were for. Sure enough Claudine shoved them her way and she placed them on a nearby table. She barely was able to read the card before Lafayette snatched it from her fingers reading it aloud.
Before I had the foresight to stop myself my inquiry slipped, "Bill?"
The flamboyant ass took it as his cue to rub her new 'boyfriend' in my face by saying, "Bill Compton, the marketing specialist that came to the club today apparently is pinning for Sookie."
I knew they all called me the arrogant ass and it was times like these that I proved them all right. Without thinking I opened my mouth to speak and said the worst possible thing I could, "I see, he has an interesting way in promoting the club by personally taking out a stripper for a test run. I wonder if he needs you as his muse for inspiration." As the words left my lips I saw her flinch and literally take a step backwards before excusing herself and practically running off downstairs. The pained look in her eyes played over and over in my field of vision. Staring at the door she exited the room from I totally missed that Lafayette had joined me on the stage and was right up in my face.
"You're such a douche bag you know that? She's been nothing but kind to everyone and you gotta go around and treat her like dirt." He wildly gestured his hands trying to make his point.
Before I could respond Claude said, "I have it in good mind to suspend you until further notice after what you pulled with Hoyt yesterday and with what you just said to her today."
Claudine scurried out of the room; my guess was to comfort her.
Knowing that I needed to apologize I responded, "I'll talk to her. I know it was really bad form and none of my business to say anything like that to her."
"Anything like that again and I will be forced to suspend you. I can't have you upsetting other employees here that are just as dedicated as you are." I nodded at Claude respecting his decision. I knew that it was my own lack of control when it came to her that was fucking everything up for me. I needed to get all this straightened out and fast.
Hoping off the stage I made my way down to the gym which was where I supposed she'd go. Standing outside the door I could hear muffled voices; taking a deep breath I opened to door to face the one woman who could ultimately be the death of me.
Claudine held the punching bag while she went at it with all her strength. I asked Claudine if she'd give me a minute alone to speak with her. For once, I was lost for words and had trouble stringing a few together that resembled anything like an apology.
Making my way across the floor towards her I managed to convey what I wanted, "Sookie…what I said was rude and none of my business. I'm sorry."
She squeaked out a pretty pathetic 'okay' and I felt like I needed to make this right, but couldn't think of anything else to say. So many things I wanted to say to her. I wanted to tell her about the song and routine I practiced just for her. I wanted to tell her my affirmed decision and kiss her succulent lips. But I did none of these; instead I turned and walked back out the door.
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The show was about to start, peering out the curtain I saw her, my temptress leaning up against the back wall. Knowing that she'd watch the first performance I danced for her.
Kid Rock's Cowboy blared through the sound system, the curtain rose, and I pranced on stage completely forgetting the two others that joined me in this number.
I decided to play her a bit because I could see out of the corner of my eye her intently staring right at me. Seductively sliding off my shirt I put in a few extra hips twists and shoulder movements that weren't in the original routine. I dropped on all fours and pumped the ground finally lifting my smoldering gaze to her and cocking an eyebrow. I had to chuckle when that minx of a huntress actually cocked her head to the side smirking. She knew… Holy hell, she knew…
I had one more surprise up my sleeve. Lowering my tight jeans, I kicked them off to reveal a black leather g-string thong. Dropping to the ground I leaned back on my hands thrusting my pelvis forward. I shifted my gaze back to the vixen and knew I completely caught her off guard with the look of disbelief and lust that illuminated from her face. Unable to keep my expression impassive my lips twitched knowing that I captivated her attention. I actually cracked a full blown smile when I saw her walking towards the kitchen fanning herself. My dick stirred knowing that it would only be a matter of time before she'd be mine.
Usually on stage I picked people in the audience to give smoldering looks to, but I found that all I did tonight was scan the crowd for my mighty huntress. I was sure that doing my performance of Ne-Yo's Single she'd look my way knowing that it was all meant for her. She glided in and out of the lounge and every time I caught her eye, she'd turn away. Realizing that I'd need to step up my 'A' game if I did plan on making this all happen I went to speak with Claude after the show. Normally I didn't work on the ladies review night, but I wanted to be there to interact with her whether she waitressed or danced. I knocked on his dressing room door.
He answered after a few seconds opening the door wide for me to step in.
"So…I heard that we have a waitress sick and I was wondering if you needed me to work tomorrow night?" I had no idea why I was so flustered, maybe because I was worried that Claude would see through my facade and know this offer wasn't out of the goodness of my heart.
"Yeah, I was actually looking for a replacement for Felicia. She's got some horrible flu. Glad you're making some effort after the last few days."
"I'm trying." It was all I could manage without physically gagging. Several people who worked at the club irritated me to no end and the thought of being nice to anyone of them was like shooting splinters up my fingernails.
He nodded his head acknowledging my efforts and I backed out of the office going to my locker to change.
I knew I had wasted enough time and was hoping to cross her path again. In all slowness I peeled off my sweaty clothes shoving them all in my duffle bag. I slowly put my sweatpants back on trying to convince myself that the speed of my endeavor had nothing to do with a voluptuous blond. Just as I was about done she did not disappoint, the locker room door opened and she stepped inside completely ignoring me and opening her locker.
Needed to get her attention I placed my hand on her forearm which sent heat throughout my body and caused my dick to throb. She looked at me as she waited for me to speak. Thinking quickly I apologized again for my behavior earlier.
All I could feel was the electric current that passed between us. Unconsciously I leaned in to her breathing her heady scent of lavender mixed with her own sweat. Nothing smelled sweeter as I contemplated pushing her against the locker and taking her in that moment. My body yearned for her touch and I wanted to crush her to me feeling her sweet wet core against my stiffness. All reasonable thought left my mind as I leaned in for that one precious kiss tasting heaven on earth. Feeling the heat for her body I leaned in closer as she closed her eyes and let a sigh escape her lips.
The moment shattered when I heard the locker room door open. Straightening up, I slammed my locker in frustration for the interruption.
Needed to get away I bolted for the door but Claudine stopped me by saying, "See you Sunday night."
Without turning around not wanting to give away the obvious bulge in my pants I said, "Actually Claudine, I spoke with Claude and I will be working tomorrow evening as a waiter. I guess Felicia has the flu and you needed a fill-in so I volunteered." Without turning or waiting to hear her reply I left the room sneaking back out the back door of the club getting away before anyone else could stop me.
Having no one to blame but myself I flew out of the parking lot knowing that tonight the only love I'd get would be the homemade creamy kind.
A/N: Please review. I had a great response to the first two chapters and was disappointed that only four people reviewed the third chapter. If you did not review please do. It gives me motivation. If I don't get a good response for this chapter I will assume there is no interest for this story.
Those of you who read my other story know that I hate switching POV's, but in this story I felt it was necessary for you to understand my Eric. I really don't like it when author's repeat the same chapters over again so I tried not to do that and gave you the same few days with a completely different perspective. I hope you enjoyed it!
Thanks again to Charverv for your mad editing skills!