The following is a chapter from my latest novel, “HITMAN WITH A HEART.”
“Was it good for you?” I asked Raven. She smiled and even let out a little laugh. The rays of the strobe lights bounced off of her eyes making them sparkle. Now that I had squirted all of my lust into my pants, I could focus on her and not just her tits. She had a tough look but with a touch of sadness that I could relate to. I wanted to know about her life, like how she ended up here and not on the cover of some fashion magazine. But it was premature for me to ask her such questions. I didn’t want her to go. I felt a real connection, more than your average strip club hard-on. There are only a few people in the world that when you’re near them the world just seems better. There’s an energy that pulls you in and the idea of not being near them is sickening. There was also an undeniable desire to have her, to own her, to lock her up in my basement so no one else could have her but me…but in a romantic way. Maybe it was her tits, or eyes or some kind of pheromone thing. Or maybe it was just the first piece of ass I’d been close to in two years but something had happened. I wanted her like a junkie wants a glass pipe full of the finest meth and if that’s not love I don’t know what love is. I decided that whatever this feeling was, it was worth taking a shot to get to know her, as unlikely as that seemed at the time.
“We can keep this party going for another 20 bucks.” She offered and smiled.
“I’m broke,” I said, “but if you want to throw in an encore for free—“ Raven stopped smiling and jumped off of my crotch like my balls were on fire. It was clear to her that the job was done and my potentially lucrative desire was extinguished for the moment. Relationships are not born from the dark, jizz-drenched walls of a strip club; at least not the ones that last longer than twenty bucks.
I went into the men’s room to clean the spunk out of my underwear. When I looked in my pants it look like a bottle of conditioner had exploded in there. I had built up a super nut from my days spent in prison, even if I was spanking off three times a day on average.
After a quick wipe down I left the men’s room and headed for the bar. I was going to buy a drink but realized that I had blown, pun intended, all the money Mason had given me. I desperately needed whiskey but I’d have to wait.
The bartender was an Asian lady who looked like she had seen it all and she probably had. I ordered a glass of water. She replied, “No, you buy drink or go.”
“Relax Mrs. Miyagi. I just spent a bunch of cash on a very satisfying lap dance.”
“No, buy drink or go.” She insisted.
“Fuck off, I’ve paid enough.” As soon as I had uttered the words I realized that a very large black man was standing behind me. I tried to defuse the situation by saying to him, “Twenty bucks for a lap dance right brown sugar? But be gentle with me, I’m still sore from the last time.”
He smiled then said, “All right, another honky motherfucker I get the pleasure of kicking the shit out of.”
Since I didn’t want to be having a black man’s gigantic Nike surgically removed from my ass, I decided to do as he told me.
“Okay,” I said. “I’m leaving; just let me tell my brother that I’ll be waiting out in the parking lot.” He thought it over and reluctantly agreed.
The massive man escorted me into the VIP room where I saw three strippers grinding on Mason. Evidently he spared no expense on treating himself. I walked up to him and said, “These cocksuckers are bouncing me, let’s go.”
Mason motioned to the strippers and said, “Well these cocksuckers are getting ready to go to work.”
“Quit fucking around. If they’re kicking me out, you’re coming with me.”
“Oh, I’ll be cumming, just not with you.”
“Fuck you, let’s go.”
“Fine, just let me finish this lap dance, I still have like five minutes,” Mason said, as he buried his face into a pair of tits.
I left the VIP room and headed out to the parking lot. The black bouncer followed me out and he said, “Don’t come back less you got some money.”
“Sure thing, what time does your mom’s shift start?” I said, lighting up a smoke.
He smiled and said, “Shit, more like my daughter. And she’s got the finest ass in here.”
“Can you get me a discount?”
The smile left, “Don’t push it motherfucker.” He said then slammed the door leaving me alone in the parking lot. I leaned against Mason’s car and smoked. I could smell the glorious whore-scent of Raven, or whatever her real name was. I said a silent prayer that there was a girl out there for me; a girl like Raven. Beautiful, mysterious, perfect tits, and the open mind of a porn star. And maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t even have to pay for it.