Bananas

By: rpfangirldc

Promtps: banana, tattoo

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RPOV

I was forcibly dragged to Bananas for my birthday. The last place I wanted to be at for my birthday was a male strip club. I had a man of my own that I loved. Emmett.

I guess 'had' was the key word in that sentence. He left me for some ugly girl, named Jessica. He gave me no reason other than he wanted a change of pace. I am still trying to figure out what the fuck that was supposed to mean.

My girls, Alice and Bella decided a month in mourning was more than enough for me. They dragged me out to this wretched place where hot, sweaty, over- muscled male dancers pulsated for dollars to be shoved into their g-strings.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

When we reached the club, we were shown through the crowd of desperate woman to a small table in the front. It was in the corner by the center catwalk and the main stage. We had front row action all around us. It was embarrassing to be sitting this close to either area.

After we were seated, my girls gave me a stack of one dollar bills and told me to spend it on what I liked. I rolled my eyes at them. I doubt any man here would be even come close to outshining my Emmett. If I did get lucky enough to see one, I wouldn't be shoving bills into his string, that's for sure.

We had been sitting through the variety of male acts for about an hour. My girls had each managed to go through a large stack of ones. The second a new man came out they had a handful of bills waving around wildly to snag his attention.

I stayed in my seat. I didn't watch as my girls slid the bills into the strippers' tiny pouches. It was really embarrassing. As a result, I sat with my original bills in hand.

I was on my fourth drink of the night. I told my girls that we should leave for the evening. I was having no fun, and I saw no point to continue on with the annoying music, blinding strobe lights, and pulsating men.

My girls begged me to stay for one more act. I hesitated, but I agreed to stay on the condition that we would leave immediately after it was over. I was surprised when they agreed.

All of a sudden, the lights went out. The music shifted from some sort of 80s saxophone crap to a darker toned dance club beat music. Three spot lights appeared on the stage; each one highlighting a stripper.

"The Clan."

Their act started.

The first guy started moving and pulsating to the music. He was decent looking. He wasn't over-muscled like most of the other strippers here. His hair was wavy. Alice started screaming for him right away while throwing her fist of bills wildly about to get his attention.

The second guy started his pulsating in place. He was pretty good looking, too. Like the first one, he wasn't an over-muscled moron. He had wild coppery hair that went in every which direction. The second his hand went into his hair, Bella screamed for him to pulsate and slink his way over to her.

That's when I decided to study the third guy. He was like the others in the not-so-much-muscled category. His hair was a bright yellow in the spot light. His grin was slightly skewed and large.

He started his dance and I couldn't take my eyes off of that pumping Adonis. His movements were mesmerizing. I was brought into a trance while my eyes followed every circle that his hips completed.

He managed to slink and slide his way over to me. I stood up when he arrived to the corner of the stage. My face was even with his bulging g-string. I caught myself lifting a bill to him.

He took it from me in his teeth and proceeded to stand up. I watched as he took his hand and slid the bill down from his mouth to his pouch all while maintaining eye contact with me. When the bill was safely tucked inside, he gave me a small wink and slithered off to collect more tips from other screaming women.

After their set was over, my girls and I went to the bar to settle the tab. While we were waiting for the final tally, we were approached by 'The Clan.'

Alice left a fifty for her bill and went to a private table with the first dancer who introduced himself as Jazz. Bella left thirty for her portion apologizing that it was all she had left of her money; giving most of it to Edward, the second member of 'The Clan.'

And there he was… My Adonis… the blond haired, blue-eyed God that was walking among mere men in this club.

He offered to buy me a drink, but I declined as I was already on my way to losing my senses from the four strong ones I had already ingested. He asked me to join him while he was on break, and I helplessly agreed to it.

My Adonis escorted me to a private table in the back corner of the club. In a gentlemen like fashion, held my chair out for me while I sat. He then took the seat next to me and we proceeded to talk.

I found out that my Adonis' name was Carlisle. I found out that he was working his way through medical school. I found out that his tattoo on his shoulder was that of his family crest. I found out that his hands had the softest, gentlest touch.

Carlisle asked what brought me to Bananas that night. I told him the whole story of Emmett, the split, and how my girls thought I could use this night out as a break away from the break-up for my birthday.

Carlisle slowly leaned forward to me and pressed his lips to mine. His lips were soft, but the kiss was hungry. "Happy Birthday," he whispered to me when our lips finally parted.