So, there I was, in a relationship that I didn't want to be in anymore, at a job I hated, with a habit I just couldn't kick. I was miserable and the only thing that brought me any type of happiness was my friend Derik. He started to tell me how good I looked sometimes and make little comments that made me feel desirable and I liked it! Can you blame me? I had a boyfriend at home who didn't even realize that I had lost about 20 pounds due to drug use and obviously didn't care enough to do anything about it.
Derik was a bouncer in the club. He used to be a manager, but he got fired for dating my friend Diamond, I believe. But this club was notorious for hiring people back on after they had been fired, and even though the GM HATED Derik with a passion, apparently he didn't have much of a say, and Derik got hired back on, but as a bouncer this time. I will say that our club had great security. All it took was a word from one of us about how someone had touched us, and they were beating some poor guys face in and throwing him out. It happened all the time, too.
I remember one time in particular. It was a busy night and a young man approached me and asked for a lap dance. I said ok, and took him by the hand to lead him to the lap dance area. On the way there, however, I felt something brush up against my bare butt. Now, we didn't walk around naked, but a general outfit on any given night was a tiny bikini top and a T-back (read g-string). I knew without turning around to look what had brushed up against me. You see, when we did our lap dances, we got completely nude and generally, we would sit down on a customers lap at some time during the dance. We were not supposed to do this; there were certain laws pertaining to dancing in an all nude club, and one of those laws was ABSOLUTELY NO TOUCHING, but, seriously??? Yeah right. Who is going to pay $20 for a girl to dance naked 3 feet away?
Anyway, this guy thought he was going to get a little something extra out of his dance with me. He had unzipped his pants, and put his junk through his zipper hole and pulled his long shirt down over it, and I suppose that when I was nude and sat down on him, he was going to pop it up and I would have sat down right on his.... ya know. But, fortunately for me, when we were walking past his friends, I guess he just couldn't resist showing off, and decided to give my butt a little tap. THANK GOD I knew what it was.
I changed directions and still holding his hand, I walked right up to a bouncer, and lifted up his shirt. Well, it was hanging out quite clearly for all to see, and the bouncer immediately picked the guy up and took him outside. I never found out what happened to that guy, but I know Derik was a bouncer that night as well, and he seemed to go extra hard on the guys that tried to mess with me. I suppose that guy got beat up pretty bad, and honestly, he should have! If he would have done to me what he was planning to do, it would have been rape. Some people may argue with that, because obviously, if a guy violates a stripper, it was because she was asking for it. NO!!! Rape is rape and if something like that is done to ANYONE, even a prostitute, or a stripper and it is not consensual, its rape. I just want to make that clear.
Anyway, Derik was kind of my savior during this time. If I ever had a problem, I went to him. If someone tried to duck out of paying me for a dance because I wouldn't let them touch me in certain places, I went to him. He was my strip club champion and he always had my back.
He was pretty close to all the girls. Like I said, he was charming and outgoing and had a way of making you feel like you were the most important thing in the room, and I know I wasn't the only one who was fooled by him. At the end of the night, he would always walk around and give all the girls good night kisses on the lips. We never thought anything of it; it was just what he did, and even before I started having feelings for him, he would give me kisses on the lips and it NEVER meant a thing. But one day, that all changed. I don't know why, but one night, he gave me my good night kiss, and it lingered.... we stayed lip-locked a little longer than usual and it was just a little different. I can't quite put my finger on why it was different that time, but we broke away and kind of looked at each other like "what just happened?". I left that night in a hurry, confused, but just a little bit elated, and I could not stop thinking about it. In an instant, things had changed between us, and I know that sounds silly and like a romance novel or something, but that is seriously how it happened. A power shift happened that night, and he knew it. I went from merely wanting to be around my friend, to NEEDING to be around this man who stirred up these feelings in me. He had the upper hand from that moment on.
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