Missy: So have you ever been to a strip club?
Misty: Haha...now, I'd seriously probably die of embarrassment and turn five million shades of red. Can you die from blushing?
Missy: Doubtful, but it probably depends on what your doing to make you blush? So that's a no for the strip joint?
Misty: Hmm...I never say never
Missy: Ha. That's it! Where do you live?
Misty: Mississippi
Missy: Not to far a drive. I am so gonna take you to one. It's a blast!
Misty: Haha...I might take you up on that someday!
Missy: Hey, Misty?
Misty: Yeah?
Missy: Did I happen to mention that I actually was a stripper for about 5 years?
Misty: Really? No, you totally didn't mention that!
Missy: Well, now you know. I speak from experience!
'member, all things Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer? Yeah, of course you do!
Beta'd by edwardrocksmysocks
Chapter Two
"Edward?"
I look up from my book to see Jasper standing in front of me with an envelope.
"I don't have the energy to keep you out of my head anymore, so here," he smiles.
I catch a flash of breasts and upturned asses as I take the envelope. Inside is a pair of tickets...for a charity golf event two days from now.
"Thank you Jasper, but I don't really enjoy golf," I explain.
"Oh, neither do I but this is different. It's less about golf and more about..." He points to the ticket so I read further.
"It's an annual event for charity featuring...strippers? Is Alice going to be doing this event? I really have no wish to see my sister naked in person. I get enough of that from your head."
"Yes, she will be, along with some of her friends. It's a very high roller type of thing, and the course will be closed for the day."
"Maybe it will be sunny?" I moan.
"Alice assures me the weather will cooperate." He grins widely at me.
I give him my best wary brow, just before peace washes over me. Son of a bitch. My irritation is not enough to break through his manipulation.
"You'll enjoy this brother. Just don't over think it." With that he retreats up the stairs.
I look down at the tickets. Two thousand dollars to play golf? Even if there are going to be half naked women milling about, I hardly doubt a round of golf is worth two grand.
~T.I.C.K.~T.O.C.K.~
Alice is tugging on my arm.
"Please, Edward? It will get you in the right frame of mind for the golf event tomorrow." She attempts to bat her lashes at me, but I am not phased.
"Alice, I don't really want to watch you shake your ass for a bunch of mortals, if it's all the same to you."
She pouts, sticking her lip out childishly.
"You can just stare at the bar while I do my set. Please? I think you would really enjoy it. This is such a departure from what we normally do."
Jasper walks up and pats my shoulder, "Ready?"
"Fine," I huff, and let Alice drag me out the door.
The first thing I notice about Alice's club is the noise. It's almost loud enough to drown out the thoughts of the people around us. Almost. The lust that fills the air is so thick, it practically penetrates my skin.
I watch Alice disappear behind a door that reads 'Staff Only'. I follow Jasper to the bar, and take the stool beside him. He orders something and I give him a look meant to say, 'Do not expect me to ingest that.' He offers an eye roll as means of reply.
I turn in my seat to take in the surroundings. Once I get over the hammering hearts of human males, and the thick sweet smell of their blood that it causes, I can focus on the place.
The lighting is dim, but not dark; at least not to me. The focus of the room is a large rectangular stage, with two catwalks that split off from the center. I notice a pole and follow it up with my eyes to the high ceiling. I wonder if any of the strippers ever make it to the top. The numerous chairs that boarder the stages are filled with patrons. There are two women, one on either catwalk dressed in high platform shoes, and very skinny—leave nothing to the imagination—bottoms. And that is all!
There are small intimate tables spreading out from the stage to fill the rest of the place. Each has a candle in the center. Many have people sitting at them.
On my left is a glass wall interrupted by a glass door. The inside of the room is darkened, so I let my eyes focus on the area. A plush chair with no arms sits in the center. On the back wall is a leather couch and on the wall opposite the couch, a small stereo system. Up in all four corners, speakers are mounted.
On my right is a DJ stand with a suave looking young man tending the music. The volume fades then and he speaks into the mic.
"Give it up for Mandy and Christina." The crowd cheers and claps. The music shifts but the volume is still low.
"Alright Gentleman, welcome to the stage, Falon and our newest edition, Miss. Dixie." Jasper spins in his seat to face the stage as whistles and cat calls roll around the room.
I look over at Jasper.
"Dixie. Really?"
He shrugs at me, "She picked it. Not me." His eyes focus on the stage as the music rises to greet the dancers. I follow his gaze to see Alice.
She is wearing cowboy boots that come up to her calves and a tiny denim skirt, with no hem, allowing the strings to dangle on her thighs. Her vest is open to reveal a red and blue bikini top. She topped the outfit off with a cowgirl hat. I had to expel all the air out of my lungs in order not to bellow with laughter.
The two dance on the rectangular stage for a few minutes, then split off to head down the catwalks. Alice is a natural at this, and I have to appreciate the way she moves. Jasper is a lucky man. She lets the vest slide down her arms to the floor. Then she hooks her finger in our direction and Jasper moves like a zombie to the stage. Once he is seated, her fingers hook at the waist of her skirt, beginning to slide it down. That was my cue to face the bar.
Twenty minutes later, Jasper is back by my side.
"Did you enjoy the show?" I ask, spinning around to face the stage again.
"I always do."
A moment later, Alice is bouncing across the club with a brunette in tow. She looks as graceful as Alice but twice as big. She is at least a head taller than Alice and the first thing I notice about her body is her thick muscular legs. They are a little out of proportion with her small breasts, but it seems to work for her. Then I see her hair, swish behind her. Jesus, she could sit on that hair. Like a god damn Lady Godiva. I saw a mental picture of her sitting on a horse with no top and only her hair to cover her tits.
Alice starts speaking, breaking me out of my thought.
"Liz, I want you to meet my brother, Edward." Her tinkling voice pauses. "Edward, this is my first friend here, Liz."
"Nice to meet you," she says shyly.
"Nice to meet you too," I reply. "You have beautiful hair."
"Thanks," she says, looking down at the floor. I am suddenly watching what it would look like from her perspective on the stage. "Well, I'm up in a few minutes, so I'm gonna head back."
I nod at her while Alice takes the seat next to Jasper.
"She's kind of shy in person, but man can she dance. She took dance for like ever, and even performed in some ballets. She is really sweet," Alice explains.
The house lights go down and a spotlight shines on the stage, in front of the pole. The DJ's voice booms through the speakers.
"You all know her, you all lover her. Please call our sweetheart Liz out with your appreciation." The crowd erupts into cheers again, and the intro to Sex on Fire becomes louder.
The crowd is stunned into silence when Liz glides into the spotlight. Her sheer white skirt, barely conceals her pink bottoms. She is wearing a matching pink baby doll nightie and her hair is tied back at the base of her neck.
When she starts to move in the most seductive ballet I have ever seen, I am overcome with the urge to get closer. Alice was right, she is very graceful and I can see that she is focused on the dance, and not the men who line the stage.
Her little skirt goes floating to the floor, and I can't help but take in her ass. It's plump with refined muscle. Her white heel comes up to the pole and she grabs the bar near her ankle to drag the other leg into a split, while she stands. The leg on the pole bends at the knee and she twirls around it quickly before ascending the pole nearly to the ceiling.
Once she is so close she can reach out and touch the roof, her legs wrap around the pole, and she gracefully bends backwards. With a flick of the wrist, she undoes the tie in her hair and it flows out, down towards the stage. She slides down the pole in a circle and stops halfway. Her arms cross her body as her hands lift the hem of her top, and in one fluid movement, she is topless, as the nightie floats to the floor.
Her dance is beautiful and I am momentarily irritated, when The Kings of Leon ends and another harder song takes its place. As she back flips off the pole I am amazed at how she can do this in heals. Her dance picks up speed and rhythm to the pounding rock beats filling the club. The men hoot at her, leaving cash in her wake as she makes her way down one of the catwalks.
I turn to Alice, "That was amazing. I never thought stripping could be like an art form."
"She is very good. Wait 'til you see her with Izzy. If it wasn't for the hair you wouldn't even recognize her. The way those two dance together, makes me want to be a lesbian." Alice laughs at herself.
"Liz is a lesbian?" I ask with shock.
"Um, I really don't think so, but don't quote me on that. When Liz and Izzy work together though, it's hot!" Alice fans herself dramatically.
A/N:
Did I mention that there is a page on my blog for this fiction? I posted the complete play list for all the songs Edward will hear throughout the story this week. Oh and the video that goes with this fiction is also up there. tmjfanfiction . blogspot . com
Oh, and if you take a look at my "tattoos and other stuff" page, you'll see a picture of what I used to look like when I was a stripper. You know, before I had huge babies and got all fat!