CHAPTER TWELVE

Warning: This chapter does contain some scenes of sexual activity between two consenting adults. Do not read any farther if this topic offends you.

Starsky lifted the heavy tub of dirty dishes and carried them into the kitchen, Using the name, Rick Marlowe, he had found a sleeping room in a cheap rooming house a few blocks from the club where he got a job washing dishes. He had been in Miami for a little over a week and was slowly settling into a routine. He knew that Miami was a large enough town to offer him some protection, at least for awhile. His job at the club was in keeping with his low profile. Everyone thought he was just another drifter looking for a place to settle for awhile before moving on. He had deliberately led the few people he came into contact daily that he was on the run from the law for violating his probation.

Two of the women who worked at the club, one as a waitress and one as a dancer, lived in the rooming house where he was staying. Angie, the waitress, had helped him get the job as a dishwasher. She had been friendly and helpful from the beginning, offering to show him around the city and advising which areas in town it was best to avoid.

Shelly, the dancer, had openly flirted with him from the start and had made it quite clear that she was interested. So far, he had managed to discourage her advances, but that was getting harder to do. Not only was she persistent, but, it had also been a long time since he had been with a woman. Over two years. The thought of sharing his bed with a warm, willing partner with no strings attached was definitely appealing, even if Shelly was a little too pushy. He had never cared for sexually aggressive women that came on too strong.

He glanced at the clock. His shift ended in twenty minutes. The thought of going back to his empty, lonely room depressed him. Maybe he would stick around for an hour or so and have a couple of beers instead of leaving when he got off work like he usually did. He ran the dishes through the dishwasher and then waited for them to air dry before putting them away. His relief arrived just as he was finishing up. After exchanging some casual pleasantries, he clocked out and went into the main part of the club.

The lights were dim and the air in the room heavy with smoke that burned his eyes. Every table in the large, cavernous room was occupied, mostly with men. The club advertised 'live exotic entertainment' which was nothing more then a fancy way of saying that the club had strippers.

Starsky slid onto an empty stool at the end of the bar and nodded at Jimmy, the bartender. Jimmy was a college student who only worked at the club on the weekends. With his blond hair and blue eyes, he reminded Starsky of Hutch. He even had the same naive outlook on life that Hutch had when Starsky first met him. Jimmy grinned broadly as he walked over to where Starsky sat.

"Hey, Rick," he said "What can I get for you?"

"A cold beer sounds good." Starsky told him with an answering grin.

"Coming right up."

When Jimmy returned with his beer, Starsky turned around on his seat and looked

at the dancer on the stage. It was Shelly. She was dressed in a red g-string and pasties, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her moves were smooth and sensuous, designed to make the men in the room dig deep in their pockets for tips. She had told Starsky that she practiced every day in front of a mirror to perfect her technique. With her full breasts and hour glass figure, there was no doubt that her body was enough to turn most men on without even trying. It didn't hurt that she was also a very attractive woman with long ginger colored hair, brown eyes and a lush, full mouth that was just made for kissing.

It wasn't long before Shelly noticed Starsky sitting at the bar and began dancing just for him. Her moves became even more seductive and suggestive, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the other men in the room, who began whistling and clapping. Each of them thought that she was dancing just for them, instead of an disinterested audience of one.

When her set ended, Shelly stepped off the stage and into the crowd, expertly working the room to make more money. Starsky ordered another beer as he continued to watch Shelly put on a show. She worked her way closer to Starsky with each private dance until she was standing right in front of the brunet.

"Hi, Rick." She purred in a voice that sounded like good whiskey being poured over cracked ice at the end of a long hard day. "I'm glad you didn't run off tonight when you got off work like you usually do."

"Couple of beers sounded good," Starsky told her "It's been a long night."

"Poor baby, I bet I can help relax you." Shelly whispered as she swayed in time to the music.

"I bet you could."

"Honey, I know I can…" She cooed as she moved in closer until she was straddling Starsky's hips, grinding her groin against his in a classic lap dance. Deprived of such an intimate touch from a woman for so long, Starsky's body immediately began to respond accordingly. He kept his hands at his side, familiar with the rules of the dance. The dancer could touch the man but the man couldn't touch the dancer. As Shelly's movements became even more suggestive, Starsky felt himself growing hard, his cock throbbing with repressed need.

A pleased smile tugged at Shelly's lips as she got the response she wanted, She rubbed herself against him harder, turned on by the hard bulge that was rapidly growing bigger in his jeans. When the music ended and she finally stopped, they were both sweaty and breathing heavily. Their eyes locked and without a word, Starsky rose to his feet and slipped his arm around her waist as they walked towards the steps that led to the private rooms upstairs.

Once they were inside one of the private rooms, Shelly threw herself into his arms and began kissing him hungrily. Aroused beyond the point of self-control, Starsky kissed the half-naked woman in his arms just as hungrily. He felt Shelly rip open his shirt, exposing his fur covered chest. Within minutes, they were both naked and lying on the bed. Too far gone to wait any longer, Starsky entered her willing body with one hard thrust.

He moaned deeply as he began to move his hips, already feeling his balls starting to tighten up in anticipation of his climax.

"Do it, baby, do it, do it…" Shelly moaned almost frantically in his curl covered ear. She bucked beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust, until his body exploded. A ragged cry ripped from his throat as his world turned upside down. Shuddering from the intensity of his orgasm, he collapsed on top of Shelly, burying his face against her neck, as he waited for his breathing and heart rate to return to normal.

He was still recovering when the door to the room suddenly slammed open and three men entered the room. Two of them grabbed Starsky by the arms and, none too gently, pulled him to his feet. Breathing heavily, Starsky looked at the unfamiliar faces of the intruders. The two men holding him were large, outweighing him by several pounds.

The third man wasn't as big but he was still lean and muscular.

Shelly smiled smugly and stood up. Starsky watched as she walked over to the third man and kissed him deeply. When the couple broke apart, the man smiled at her and said, "Good job, baby."

"I did good?" Shelly cooed like a little girl looking for approval.

"You did good." The man assured her as he ran his hand over her ass in a possessive caress.

Starsky watched the exchange somberly. He assumed that he was about to take a beating and, maybe get robbed, but he wasn't going down without putting up a fight. He saw the man take a roll of bills out of his pocket. He peeled several off the roll and handed them to Shelly.

"There you go, Baby," he said "You earned every penny of it. There's even a little bonus there for you."

Shelly glanced at Starsky for a moment, almost apologetically, and then she looked back at the man who had given her the money. As she left the room, leaving Starsky alone with the three men, she said, "Thank you, Mr. Gunther."