Note: Hi! Obviously, I took this idea from the Magic Mike movie, so I watched Channing Tatum dancing to the pony song three and a half billion times. So, I don't know if it's best if you watch the video before (if you haven't seen it) or after this chapter, or maybe you just don't want to watch it at all. It's totally up to you. All I can say is I tried to recreate that mood (except for the angry girl that appears in the video; ignore her) and Channing's… everything. Ok, hold on to your chairs XD XD XD Just kidding. Or not.
Chapter 3: Who?
The music wasn't too fast or too slow, more like a chill kind of thing, which blended in a spiral of noise with the incessant shrieks. This guy was standing at the bottom of the stage, which was T shaped. Face down and hands in the pockets of his trench coat, Rogue couldn't see his face at first. For the split of a second, she prayed for it to be some ridiculous confusion she had got herself into, way too embarrassing to even tell anyone at all and laugh about it later on. But when he sauntered a couple of steps forward…
This is it. It's him.
She blinked several times and budged in her chair.
This was Remy LeBeau, about to… strip, right before her eyes.
Now, she had seen this kind of scenes before, in movies, TV, maybe once at some party she reluctantly agreed to go to. And every time, she had thought it was plain raunchy and even pathetic. The "Six Pack" guys did better, for sure, as they looked more hilarious than anything else.
But this was different.
Following the rhythm of the music, he undid his trench coat, slid it down his arms, let it fall to the floor, stayed in a rather tight t-shirt and pants, and started to move. And oh, how he moved. "Like a pro" would be an underestimation. It just seemed so natural in him and so manly, like he was in control of the entire place. Yes, that's it: every space of the club, every inch of the stage, every clapping or shouting woman and their deepest desires and wishes, belonged to him right then, right there, and it showed. He took advantage of this mysterious aura that surrounded him, randomly pointing or staring at someone in the audience, like he actually knew her and meant to say something to her.
"Oh mah Gawd…" Rogue thought. Or said in a low voice. She wasn't sure. The truth is that when he crouched down, made some sort of humping movements and then flipped backwards like a freaking acrobat, she swallowed hard again, in a mixture of dry lips and watery mouth. It was contradictory: she felt glued to the chair and the table, completely frozen without even daring to move; but at the same time, something inside of her was flipping just like he had done it seconds before.
The surrealness of it all, made her giggle again. This was happening. This was, indeed, real life.
Then, the crowd went crazy when he removed his t-shirt, revealing his torso she recalled seeing once in the mansion's pool: his broad shoulders and back; muscular, strong arms; amazing abs… the bastard looked perfect and he knew it. How couldn't he, with a hundred women, maybe more, all of them waving bills at him and wishing he would rub against them, even if just for a second?
"I told you! He's so hot, I wish he'd just bang me right now!" Jen yelled to Rogue's ear. She just turned to the opposite side and laughed again. What was she supposed to do, if not?
The t-shirt ended up being caught by someone on the right side of the stage, who was now waving it up in the air like a banner after an independence war.
Remy continued dancing and by now, he was closer to the front, closer to the table where she was. Had he noticed she was there? What would he think, that she went just to see him? Technically, that was true, but it's not like she planned any of this. So she ditched the idea of wondering if he had seen her. If he had, or hadn't, so be it. Nothing to do about it at this point.
He took another backwards flip, this time to come down the stage, to the tables' area. It's hard to believe it possible, but the shrieking became even louder. Luckily, he went to the other side of the place and…
"Oh mah Gawd!" she had to cover her mouth with her hand for a second. He was now "dancing" on a blonde woman's lap.
Rogue closed her eyes in disbelief, laughing, then opened them again. Nope, the scene hadn't changed one bit. Well, no, actually, it had: the woman was now spanking him.
Damn Swamp Rat! Yah got yourself the perfect job, didn't yah?
Few moments later, he started to go somewhere else. He started to come nearer. Rogue's heart went from one hundred to one million, she could almost feel its beatings convulsing her entire body. Forget about whatever crap she had just said to herself. He was approaching to where she was.
With one elbow on the edge of the table, she tried to put herself together. Surprise? Shock? Amusement? Which expression should she wear, now that he was so close?
She didn't have much time to think about it.
"It's her bachelorette party!" one of the girls yelled at him, holding him by his arm and pointing at Hannah.
But oh, Hannah, bride to be: why?
"No, forget about me! Go with her!"
"Yeah!" the rest of them agreed at the same time and then Rogue saw eight hands pointing at her.
Well, if this is not death, it sure resembles a lot to it.
Rogue saw him come closer, staring at her, the goddamn slyest smile in human history on his face. With arms crossed, she glared at the sniggering girls for a moment and then looked back at him. And before she could even think anything else, he went down on one knee and offered her his right hand.
Someone must have cut off the oxygen supply right then, because air got so thick, it wouldn't enter through her nostrils.
The four girls started to go mad. One of them even stood up and was jumping up and down and clapping. Rogue's brain was burning, feeling like a pot with boiling water in it. There she was, in a strip club, with a half dressed Gambit in front of her, who now wanted to… what? What would he do if she went on? Shake his butt on her face? He wouldn't, would he?
But then, some wicked part of her mind moved forward, to her forehead, between her eyes, and claimed control. Was it the thrill of the moment? The way he was looking at her, with a mixture of plead and recognition of everything she was thinking? Was it the subjacent disbelief that any of this was actually even happening? Or her own most times hidden insanity, rising to the surface over everything else?
Whatever it was, the truth is that Rogue, unable to suppress a scared/cheeky/petrified smile, was actually able to put her right arm into motion and place her right hand on his.
"Woooooooooooooooooo!" her new friends squealed, as well as the entire room.
Remy then kissed the top of her hand (or glove, for the matter), while staring at her eyes intensely. His hair was a little messy but of course that made him look even sexier. At this very second, aside from all of the craziness, she was trusting him and he knew it.
Still with his lips on the fabric of her glove, she wondered if that would be it (she wouldn't be able to tell if she'd have been relieved or not, in that case). But the Cajun, of course, had other plans, as he guided her hand towards his left shoulder.
Okay.
All right.
Not so bad.
But right after that, the universe she had known so far collapsed, as Remy, skillful as a damn master in the matter, bent over and started to stick his head right between her knees, then going up to face her (or her chest area, for the matter), so her legs ended up over his shoulders, just as he held the chair by its back and lifted it up.
It all happened so quickly that she didn't have much time to process it. Then, in a second, he let the chair go and held her by the small of her back.
Up there, oxygen was even scarcer or so it appeared, as she gasped for air.
What am Ah doin'?
Who's this?
Who am Ah?
Not in a million years she would have imagined any of this, yet it was happening. Everything around became a blurry miasma of noises, colors and lights, as she looked down to meet his eyes. It was so strange, but they were still the same eyes she had got used to.
Ah'm gonna fall.
Ah'm gonna die.
Ah'm gonna die.
Ah'm gonna fall.
She didn't dare to hold on to his neck or back completely, even though she was wearing her gloves. So her hands hesitated uneasily: should she place them there, on his bare skin, or not? Should she keep them in the air? Oddly enough, she was more concerned about that than about the insanity of the situation.
And then, she couldn't help it anymore: she closed her eyes tight and began to laugh, with a nervous laughter that made her whole body quiver.
But it wasn't just that, what made her tremble.
She was at his mercy, in a way that was both terrifying and overwhelming. Up there, being carried around by him, she felt her whole body was about to evaporate. And if for a second she thought it couldn't get any worse, he proved her wrong, when he took her to the stage and smoothly laid her on it, then climbed up as well.
Rogue's stomach fell into the void. The back of her neck seemed to be on fire, when he made his way between her legs, which remained spread and up in the air, just like they were about to fuck. There is simply no other way to put it or to make it euphemistic. And she laughed again, like possessed by some force, unknown until that day. He looked at her with those devil eyes that could melt steel, then faced her boob area and her abdomen, like scanning every inch of her.
At some point, she took a glimpse to her left side and saw Lindsay, maybe, still jumping (ah, it had been her) and some pairs of hands applauding, plus, in the background, some arms lifted up in the air, waving and clapping. She also saw, like from far away, her own left arm, ridiculously floating there at her side, with no purpose, like a dead weight.
She looked down at him again. Was he still dancing? It appeared so, because he started to move over her, propping himself up with his arms at her sides, at the music's rhythm again.
Oh, he's supposed to be fuckin' me now.
When this peculiar thought formed inside her head, she covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes like plates. Maybe it seemed childish at this point, but she didn't give a damn. Remy's hair fell over his forehead as the muscles in his shoulders, arms and chest contracted amazingly…
Then, he leaned in closer to her, face to face, and Rogue froze. But after the shock of the first moment, she knew… hoped he was smart enough not to come any closer.
Her mind was off.
And he was still looking at her green wide eyes, with a desire that could almost go through her.
Death. This is death.
And hell.
And heaven.
Suddenly and again, the world around shifted God knows how: she found herself up in the air again, but this time, with her legs around him. This time, she did hold on to his shoulders because, well, maybe it was a matter of getting used to it. Or into it.
With a hand holding her by her waist and the other one by her thigh, he brought her back to the table and laid her on a chair, not before kissing the back of her hand again, like what just happened was an 1800's salon dance.
The cheering never stopped, of course, and it became even louder (was it possible?) now that he headed to another table. In a second, a lady that could be anyone's mom (or even grandma) climbed up of him. He took her up the stage and placed her on a chair, as she swung bills in both hands. Next thing Rogue knew, he had taken his shoes and pants off, leaving nothing but a pair of black tight boxers.
At first, the lady didn't dare to touch him. But after he grabbed her by the wrists and started to pass her hands against his body, she lost any trace of shyness and got into it.
Some twenty minutes later, it was madness. Remy couldn't even be seen anymore, simply because he was somewhere on the stage's floor, surrounded by a horde of women who cat fought against each other to get to reach him and slide money in his… scarce attire.
In the meantime, Rogue sat there immobile, struggling between answering to what the girls were saying (that was amazing, how did it feel? Did you like it? Did you get over your ex-boyfriend already? I bet you did! Oh my God, let's go there!), digesting what her eyes were recording and trying to catch her breath, make her heart stop pumping like the engine of a freaking train and putting back together the pieces of her senses.
Note: Holly molly. That was insane to write XD It's kind of awkward to even say that, but not more awkward that writing the chapter as such, I guess. But hey, who wouldn't get inspired with that video I told you about? Also: I know this can be a little disturbing, this whole story, and this chapter even more. But I wrote it for fun, remember this is the kind of crazy stuff we can put fictional characters into. Another thing: I'm sorry but I could not put Remy in a thong XD XD It's just… I couldn't. I'm sorry if I disappointed anyone with that. So, as usual: PLEASE DROP ME A REVIEW. PLEASE. I'd like to know what you guys think. Thanks for reading! Btw: next chap will be the last one and it's about facing each other the next day. Uh oh.