“You Can Leave Your Hat On”
After Daniel’s mid-sex monogamy chat, and mulling it over during my whole shift at work, I’ve decided we need to have that talk. The one where we confess our sexual histories and conquests and set the boundaries. It’s not something I’ve had a problem with before, but the thought of sitting down and hashing it out with Daniel makes me nervous.
Noah and I have always been on the same page. If we’re at work, and we’re single, we hook up. It’s that simple. There are no feelings, no explanations, and we’re always completely honest. They are our only rules.
Sean is the same. It has been a year since I met Sean, but with his busy work schedule and frequent trips around the country, it’s never going to be a serious monogamous thing even if I was looking for that. Sean is not boyfriend material for me, and that’s probably the beauty of it. We run in different circles, and he’s a lot older than me. I can imagine the fit my father would have if I took Sean home to meet the parents and they opened the door to find my boyfriend was closer to their age than mine? I shudder to think how that would go down. They could share stories about their tennis elbow or how they’re ‘not as young as they used to be’.
Then there is Zander. We’re close friends who happen to hook up now and then. Since that first night where he introduced me to hot public wall sex, we’ve developed a habit of voyeuristic public outings.
Our last ‘adventure’ happened a month ago. Zander was working downtown and sent me a text to meet up. He was doing a private bachelorette party at the Pink Monkey, a swank new ‘adult entertainment’ bar. With nothing else planned for a Friday night other than takeout and a Desperate Housewives marathon, I was a sure thing.
When I walked into the club, I was immediately impressed with the atmosphere. For a high-class establishment, they certainly did their homework. There was a circular bar in the middle of the large room, with bar stools surrounding it, then booths with privacy curtains lining the walls of the building.
Scanning the room for Zander and not seeing him, I went to the bar and ordered myself a drink while he finished up whatever he was doing. Just moments after sending a text to say I was there, two muscular arms wrapped around my waist my behind.
“Hey, babe,” he said, kissing the back of my neck. “Damn, you always smell good.”
“Zander!” I turned around to look at him. He was wearing a tight black tank with dark denim distressed jeans that were molded to his body like they were made for him. On top of his head was a black fedora tilted to the side, just enough to look hot as hell. Zander stood there, letting me check him out, the instant spark we’ve had since the beginning buzzing between us.
“How’ve you been?,” I said.
“Just busy with work and study. How about you?”
“Working and trying to stay out of trouble,” I said with a sly smile.
“Now why don’t I believe that, Mac? You and trouble go hand in hand, and often. I should know.” He winks at me and I gasp in mock offence.
“Watch it, mister,” I said, nudging him with my arm. “But no, nothing spectacular has been happening.”
He reached over and ran his large hand down my jean clad thigh, sending a delicious jolt of heat right to the money spot. “That’s a shame. You deserve spectacular things. But I think your luck is about to change.” He grinned and inched his hand back toward my hip before removing it and paying the bartender who had chosen that moment to arrive with a bottle of beer for him.
“You don’t play fair. I might start to think you’re all talk and no action.”
He spluttered as he took a sip of his beer “I’m all action and very little talk, you know that.”
“Not lately,” I said with a pout.
“Damn, you’re cute when you do that. Want to find a booth?” he asked, standing up and holding out his hand for me.
“A private room might be better.” Standing beside him with my heels on, it made us almost the same height.
“Done,” he said before grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of a door at the side of the club labelled “Employees Only.”
“Zan, we can’t go in here. We don’t work here.”
“Tonight I do, so tonight we can and we will. Trust me, Mac,” he said, pulling me in for a hard and fast kiss. “I’ve forgotten how good you taste and need a reminder.
Moments later, he dragged me into a gorgeous room with walls lined with burgundy velvet. The cushions were black leather and covered in buttons. The lighting was muted and had a low red hue, setting the mood perfectly. It screamed sex, debauchery, and x-rated beauty. It was perfect.
Zander shut the door behind us, engaging the lock with a loud click.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” he said, pulling my body back against his front, running his hands down my arms, starting at my shoulders and slowly moving them down the side of my chest until they landed on my hips.
“Wanna dance?” he rasped in my ear, making me melt into him.
I looked around and found a stripper pole set to the side of the room.
Spinning around to look at him, I quirked a brow. “You want me to dance for you or with you? You’re the professional.”
“That I may be, but you have raw talent.” He nipped my ear. “Just pretend you’re in a bed with me.” Then he pulled me in and slammed his mouth on mine, rendering me speechless, and leaving me more than willing to do almost anything.
So that was my first ever pole dancing experience in a private room of a fancy Chicago strip club, moving around to Joe Cocker’s “You Can Leave Your Hat On.”
Deciding I need to talk to Superman sooner rather than later, I pull up his name on my phone and push the call button. I hear the phone ring twice before he answers.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
“Hey. How’s your day going?”
“Well, it started with a bang, and I’m kind of hoping the night might end with one too?” he says playfully.
I shake my head and snort. “Subtle much?”
“What can I say? I’m an optimist,” he says with a laugh. How can a man’s laugh be that sexy? It should be illegal or at least recorded for future repetitive playback.
“I’m still at work, but I get off in a few hours,” I say.
“I hope I’m the one getting you off in a few hours, gorgeous.” Now that clears my head. Did it just get hot in here or what! “… but that will work out perfectly. I’m just going to the gym and won’t be home until after seven anyway. Want to swing by after that? I can grab some takeout or something.”
Well, crap. Now I have a conundrum. We need to talk, and in all honesty I’d love nothing more than a good, hard screwing right now, especially after the day I’ve had. But what if he gets the wrong idea? Wait, I don’t even know if I want him to get the wrong idea or not. Ah, fuck it.
I decide to ignore the melodramatic, overthinking inner-Mac. Besides, I do really want to see him. “Sounds good. I’ll warn you, though, I’ll be in my scrubs and in dire need of a shower.”
“I’ve already seen you in your scrubs and they were sexy as hell, and I’m not going to complain about you needing to get naked in my bathroom when it means we can shower together.”
“Be still my beating heart. Save water and the planet. You are a superhero,” I reply, a smile tugging at my lips. I’m going to have to watch myself around this guy. I already know he’s a smooth talker, and with his firm body that feels so good when he…
“Earth to Mac. You still with me, gorgeous?” Daniel asks, snapping me out of my awesome walk down memory lane.
“Yeah, sorry,” I say hoarsely. “I was just remembering something.”
“Now this I want to hear, because your just now sounds the same as when you—”
“Okay, yes, I may have been thinking about this morning’s…activities.” I shake my head as his deep chuckle fills the line. “Behave, Mr. Winters, or else I won’t get through the rest of my shift.”
“alright. I’ll behave…for now,” he says, sounding anything but sincere.
“If you text me your address, I’ll try and get there just after seven. Does that work?”
“Sounds perfect, Mac. And for the record, I love it when you get all flustered. Just makes you even cuter.“
God save me. Now all I can think about is Daniel making me flustered in person.
“Stop flirting with me, Superman,” I scold, but there’s no way he can’t hear the humor in my voice. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Until then,” he says warmly before we both end the call.
I feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, except I’m doing it head first into an insta-relationship with Daniel. Shit! I still need to tell him about the other penises in my life. Then I guess it’ll be up to him. I’m going to lay it all out and let him decide. I kind of hope he sticks around, though. I don’t think I’m quite done with him yet.