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Magic Eli
CLARE
My legs went numb as Imogen pushed me closer to the stage, and the other man, Jake, grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me up without effort. My lips were parted, as the stage crew pulled out a rolling chair, and Jake asked, "What's your name sweetheart?"
I gulped, "Uh-uh…"
All the women were glaring daggers at me, as I felt a hand on my shoulder, then a whisper, "Tell us your name beautiful."
"Her name is Clare!" Bianca called out, and then continued, "She's just a little shy, you need to break her in a little!"
"Well Clare," Jake grinned at me, as I felt two hands on my shoulder, softly push me down into the wheeling chair. I sat down nervously, as Jake held the microphone up to his mouth while saying, "This is your lucky night! Elijah is one of the best male strippers in Toronto! Now everyone sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!"
My heart felt like it was going to jolt out of my chest through my skin as I felt cold fingertips on my shoulders, slipping my jacket off. My jacket was thrown into the crowd; I saw Imogen catch it, and then give me two thumbs up.
The chair whirled around, and then came to a quick halt, as the man's green eyes stared into mine. His face was inches away from mine, as he smirked, mouthing the word 'relax'. I nodded nervously, my cheeks probably equivalent to the color of a tomato.
My eyebrows cocked up in shock when he wrapped his legs around the chair, his hips lightly jerking near me face. I couldn't help but laugh at how stupid this was, and how women actually enjoy this. I giggled, and he looked at me weirdly, as if I was the one in a stripper firefighter outfight grinding into a woman's face.
"Oh yeah, look at Elijah tonight! He's looking all riled up!" Jake teased, as he pulled up women on the stage, letting them dance around him.
Elijah had never kept his eyes off me, and after a minute of him jerking his hips into my face, I placed my hand on his naked right thigh, and said, "N-no thank you sir…can you um, can you just dance, if that's okay?"
He smirked, "You don't like it?"
"Like what?" I asked, as he kissed my cheek, and then said, "Your wish is my command...Clarabelle."
"Woohoo! Go Clare! We're paying fifty dollars for this, so slap his ass!" Imogen yelped over the blasting music, as Eli placed his lips next to my ear, and whispered, "I'll be back."
The moment Eli left, I felt as if I had no one to guard me from the audience's stares. Imogen and Bianca were smiling, probably because they think I'm enjoying this. Well, I mean…I can't admit it because it'd be wrong, right?
Right.
"Oh no! Elijah has the whiskey shots out; you know what that means ladies!" Jake taunted, as his voice echoed through the speakers within the club walls.
"What does that mean?" I asked, but no one heard me, the women only continued to cheer loudly and the blasting LMFAO music only seemed to get louder with each passing second.
I paid close attention to Elijah, as he stepped in front of me, pouring the shots of whiskey into two tiny glasses. He tossed his head back, swallowing his, and then handed it out to me. When I went to take it with my hands, he shook his head, and called out to Jake, "I don't think she knows the rules! We've got a real newbie on our hands!"
"Teach her! Teach her! Teach her!" The crowd chanted, as I looked up at him, and he smirked, "Don't be nervous Clare…we're not going to hurt you."
"O-okay," I stuttered, as he placed the cold glass of whiskey over my neck, rubbing it slightly across my shoulder blade. I shuddered from the cool touch, as I watched him bring the whiskey shot between my breasts, and place it there.
I nervously looked up at him, and I asked, "Now what?"
"Relax," his breath hit my face, as I shuddered, a shot of pleasure shooting up my spine.
His tongue swirled in circles across my chest, his strong cologne strolling up my nostrils as he suctioned his lips to my cleavage. I moaned a bit, and instantly covered my mouth, embarrassment taking over as he pulled away, a chuckle escaping his twisted lips. He reached for my hand that was covering my mouth, and kissed it, before whispering-so no one besides him and I could hear-, "Don't be embarrassed that you're enjoying this. Let loose, beautiful Clare…"
I smiled, as Bianca started a riot by saying, "Stop being a pussy Elijah and slurp that shit up!"
My eyes darted to Bianca, as she waved to me shyly, before I felt his tongue hit my skin once again. He suctioned his lips around the shot glass, and tossed his head up, some liquid slipping through to drip down his chin. I smiled at him, and I could hear Imogen squealing as I wiped it off, biting back my bottom lip.
"I think Ms. Clare is getting into it!" Jake teased, and then continued, "I think it's getting a bit too hot in here, we might need to cool this joint down with some other firemen!"
We all watched in awe as male "firefighters" piled out of the stage, joining the crowd, a woman picking a man and shoving bills in their pockets. Eli pulled me up from the chair, and asked, "Ready for a dance?"
"Remind me how much money you're getting paid for this by my friends?" I teased, as he smirked, "It's not about the money Clare…it's about who you spend it on."
My cheeks flushed red, as he led me out into the crowd, and he sat me down on a bar stool. I watched for the next half hour as his hips moved in rhythm with the music, and his lips brushed against my skin, making me shiver. Each time he touched me, it gave me a different, eccentric feeling. My lower region was beginning to burn, and that's when I told him, "I-I think you should stop…you d-did your job very well, thank you. But I think I'm done."
"Bored of me?" he teased, as I shook my head, "Never."
"So I'm guessing I've turned you on?" he asked, his eyebrows cocking up with a smug expression on his face, "No! Why would you think that?"
He pulled me closer to him, his lips resting against my ear, as his hips continued to jerk into my inner region and his legs were locking around my body. I swallowed the painful lump in my throat, as he whispered, "I don't know what tells me…perhaps it's your flustered cheeks, your tasseled hair, the way you're gripping onto your dress like it's the only thing restraining you from touching me…"
"I-I," he chuckled, chills shooting up my spine, "You're allowed to touch…you're just not allowed to 'do' me."
I grinned shyly, as he wrapped his hand around my wrist, gently bringing it to his abs. I glanced up at him nervously, as he chuckled, "Not that bad, huh?"
My lip was starting to bleed slightly from biting down so hard on it, as I raked my fingers over his chest. I brought my hand up to his heart, and felt it beating erratically against my hand, "You know, you're the strangest girl I've ever seen at a club before."
"Is that an insult or a compliment?" I asked jokingly, as he admitted, "You're the first women whose ever come up on stage and hasn't grabbed my ass in a death grip, so yeah, it's a compliment."
"You're also the only girl who touches me where my heart is," his green eyes flickered to where my hand was, over his sweaty chest. I hadn't moved my hand from there, because I found the beat quite alluring, "You have a really nice…heartbeat."
"Well, you can thank my mother for that, I guess," he joked, as I said, "I'll put it on my bucket list."
"You've got two minutes left with the men ladies! Make em' count!" Jake's voice called out over the microphone, as I glanced at Eli, "What do you do now?"
"Whatever the women want us to do," he teased, curling a hair behind my ear, as I smiled, "You know…I know we don't know each other but I just want to thank you for tonight. I really needed something like this."
"Whenever you need a guy to relieve your stress, I'll be here. As for my shift, it ends in one minute and fifteen seconds," he glanced into my eyes, and said, "You know, you have the most alluring eyes I've ever seen."
I looked down at the floor shyly, and said, "Thank you."
"Alright ladies! Wrap it up! The firefighters need to go back to their fire house!" Jake cheered, as Elijah was about to walk away, when I grabbed him by his suspenders, and pulled him close to me. Our chests were touching, as I slipped a ten dollar bill into his pocket, "I know it's not a lot…but it's something. Thank you again."
"No Clarabelle, thank you," he kissed my hand, and walked away…just like that.
Confusion over took me when I glanced down at my hand, to see a ten dollar bill resting in it. My eyebrows tightened, as I called out to him, "Wait! You forgot your tip!"
"You were my favorite customer, you deserve the tip!"
END OF CHAPTER 2
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