Authors: Andrew Hess
The stripper rubbed her hands on Evan’s chest as she stood. She seductively removed the straps, sending her outfit crashing to the floor. The woman stood in her heels and a pair of white lace panties. She resumed her position on Evan’s lap, bringing her D-cup breasts up to his face.
Evan didn’t know what to do. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, staring at the woman on his lap. He could feel a tightness in his pants, one that made the woman smile. After twenty minutes, she kissed Evan’s cheek and slipped off Evan’s lap.
“Thank you,” Evan said.
“Enjoy your night,” the woman said as she slipped on her outfit. She turned towards Mr. Waters to accept the money.
Evan could hear Waters say, “Keep sending girls over until our boy blows his load.” This wasn’t what Evan wanted, but quickly became distracted by Audrey handing him another drink.
“Here’s to a night you won’t forget,” she said while holding up her drink. Evan clinked glasses with her and downed his Jack and Coke.
By the time he placed his glass on the table, another woman walked up to him. “Wanna dance,” she asked.
Evan saw Mr. Waters give him a nod as if telling him to let her. “Sure,” he replied.
The second woman didn’t waste time in letting her dress fall to the ground. She cupped a hand against Evan’s face as she kissed his other cheek. She turned around, swaying her hips to the sound of the music before inching her ass up towards Evan’s lap. She leaned back against his chest. Evan could feel her smooth caramel colored skin touch his. The smell of cinnamon surrounded him.
A third woman walked by the table, dropping her clothes at Mr. Waters’ feet. She approached Evan, placing one foot on the seat to his left, bringing her other leg up to the top of the chair. She pelvic thrusted towards Evan’s face while the other woman grinding his lap.
The tightness in Evan’s pants grew to a large bulge. In that moment, he could only think of the women dancing and grinding on him. Any thoughts of Sara seemed to slip from his mind.
The women moved to his sides, kissing his neck until they reached his ears. “Would you like to take this party back to your room?”
Evan came to his senses quickly. “No, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” The women kept trying to entice him, but he refused and pushed them away. The women weren’t happy with Evan’s reaction and backed away slowly.
As they collected their money from Waters, the waitress returned with a tray full of shot glasses. “Drink up,” Mr. Waters said as he took the first one. Audrey took the second, and waited for Evan to take the third. Evan decided to join the others, taking shot after shot until the tray was empty. When they were done, Waters grabbed the waitress. “We’ll take another round.” He looked at another table and pointed to one of the dancers. “Can you send her to our table when she’s done?”
Evan searched for the woman Waters pointed at, finding the Asian woman that danced on stage earlier in the night. The woman dressed and strutted over to Evan.
“You wanna dance,” she asked.
“I’ve been waiting for you all night.” She smiled and disrobed in front of him. “I saw you dance earlier.”
She straddled Evan’s lap. “You like what you saw?” She untied her top, and shoved her breasts in his face. “How about now?”
Feeling her creamy, moist skin against his face turned him on more than the other women. He was growing harder with every passing second she rode him. She bent to whisper in his ear, but felt her pull away.
Evan looked up and saw Audrey standing next to the dancer. There was anger in her eyes as she thrusted the dress into the woman’s hands and told her to go. Everyone stared and wondered what set Audrey off.
“I don’t know what these women were thinking. Someone needs to show them how to work a man.” She moved towards Evan and kicked off her heels. Evan had a scared look in his eyes and tried to get up. Audrey shoved him back against the chair. “You’re not going anywhere, not until I’m done with you.”
She turned her back to Evan and swayed her hips over his groin. She teased it for a few seconds before dropping down on Evans bulge. Evan could feel himself losing control. His hands grasped Audrey’s hips. Every instinct told him to push her away, but his brain couldn’t relay the message to the rest of his body. His fingers locked around her waist, craving her body.
Audrey turned and took off her shirt. She swung it around Evan’s neck, pulling him closer to her body as she straddled him.
“Oh shit,” Evan groaned as his hands closed around Audrey’s back. He could feel himself pressing into her, unknowingly tapping into a hidden desire.
Audrey lowered herself until her lips were inches from Evan’s ear. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you.”
Evan could feel the pressure building. He craved the release immediately. “I can’t hold on much longer.” The drunken moans couldn’t be contained.
“Then I say we take this party to the next level.” Audrey backed away, placing her shirt over her head. Waters waved a few twenties in the air towards her. “Keep your damn money,” she snapped while picking up her purse from the chair. “This was all my pleasure.”
“Where are you going,” Waters asked.
“Back to the hotel. I know a great after party for us to go to.”
Two hours, four shots and a beer later, Evan stumbled into the elevator and took it back to his room. He braced himself against the wall waiting for his floor. When he heard the ding indicating the door was opening, he felt his left arm drape across someone’s shoulders as they led him down the hall. Hands plunged into his pocket, taking the keycard and unlocking the door.
Stumbling to his bed, Evan barely made it before collapsing. The room spun as the blurred image of a woman stood over him. He could feel a pair of hands caress his bare chest, moving slowly towards his stomach. He heard a zipper being pulled down, but didn’t know where the sound came from. He lifted his head as the room darkened and everything went black.
The last thing he remembered was a woman’s voice whispering in his ear, “Come for me baby.”
Waking at Julie’s house with the rancid taste of bile in her mouth, Sara sat up on the couch clutching her chest. Her heart was beating fast, faster than she was used to.
Footsteps slapped against the hardwood floor as Julie entered the living room while rubbing her eyes. Sara’s head snapped in her direction, with wide-eyed panic.
“What,” Julie asked. There was fear in Sara’s eyes, but couldn’t let the words roll off her tongue. “What’s wrong,” Julie asked again.
“I-I don’t know.” Sara scanned the room to see where she was, realizing she was at her friend’s house. “Was I here all night?”
“As far as I know.”
“Then that had to be the weirdest dream.”
Julie approached with a look of concern. “You wanna talk about it?” Sara nodded in agreement. “You want some coffee first?”
“Sure.” The girls walked into the kitchen together, where Sara took a seat at the table. “It just felt so real.”
“How much do you remember?”
“Not a lot. I know Evan was in it, but we were in Vegas.” Sara’s eyes grew wide at her own realization. “You don’t think something happened to him, do you?”
Julie placed a steamy mug of coffee in from of Sara along with the coffee milk. “Sweetie, it was just a dream. You told me last night he went there for a conference. It was probably just your imagination thinking the worst.”
“Maybe you’re right, but I wanna call him to be sure.”
“Girl, you need to let him be. He’s in Vegas. It’s gotta be five in the morning there right now, and you said he was going to be working a convention. Let him sleep and call him later today.”
“Maybe you’re right.” Sara let her shoulders roll back, trying to let the thoughts of, “
It was only a dream
,” sink into her head. She fixed her coffee with the right amount of creamer and sugar. After taking a few sips, she stared at Julie while she made her coffee.
“What the hell? Do you like having staring contests with me or something today?” Julie took her coffee to the table and sat across from Sara. She leaned in and stared back at her. “Let’s see how you like it,” Julie joked.
“You know why I’m looking at you like this, or do you not remember our conversation from last night?”
“Not this again. Look, I’m only a little late. It’s not a big deal. I’m sure I’ll get it in a day or two.”
“That’s a complete one-eighty from your pissy mood last night. Besides, I thought you were going to get a test today.”
“I will; later.”
“I call bullshit. You’re going to put it off until you find out the hard way.” Sara swirled the coffee around her mug. “Look, you’re my best friend. Let me help you.”
“I don’t need help, Sara. I’m late. It’s not like I have a disease or some sort of disorder. I’ll be okay.”
“Fine, have it your way.” Sara finished the last of her coffee and placed the mug next to the sink full of dirty dishes before storming off towards the living room.
“Where are you going,” Julie shouted.
“I’m going home. Call me when you’re no longer in denial.”
Sara grabbed her purse as she opened the front door, slamming it on her way out. She didn’t know why she was mad. It was Julie’s life, and she could live it as she saw fit. It pained Sara to watch her friend so unhappy or to face a difficult time alone. They were like sisters, but Julie was leaving her no choice. She had to give her space.
The car ride back to New Hyde Park was a bit depressing. She had never walked away, leaving an argument with Julie go unsettled. There was also the desire to call Evan. After the disturbing dream of him gambling away his money and spending the rest on hookers, she desperately wanted to hear his voice. She needed to know he was all right, and that it was all just a dream.
It took a few hours to get home, but knew she wouldn’t relax until she spoke to Evan. She whipped out her cell and dialed his number.
Evan’s voice sounded groggy when he answered. “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Sara. Sorry if I woke you.”
There was a momentary pause before he responded. “Hey babe, what’s up?” It was said in a nonchalant way, but seemed to trigger an uneasiness within Sara.
“Nothing,” she said hesitantly. “I wanted to check in on you and see how you were doing.” She listened closely to every word Evan spoke. “What did you guys do last night?”
“Um, Waters took us out to dinner at the Eiffel Tower Restaurant last night. We discussed business, had a little fun, and then came back to the hotel. I was so exhausted from the trip, I passed out as soon as I got back to the room.
“Uh huh; what did you guys do for fun?”
“Just hit up a bar for a few drinks; nothing major.”
“Hope you guys stayed out of trouble.”
“Of course. I told you I’m not a partier.”
“Okay. I know you have the convention today, so I won’t hold you up. Have a good day, and sell lots of books.”
“Thanks. I love you.”
“I know. Love you too.” Sara hung up the phone and stared out the window. Something in her gut said Evan was hiding something. She could hear it in his voice. He sounded like he was worried about something.
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Evan
The sound of a ringing phone was all that Evan heard when he woke in the dark room. The blackout shades had been pulled tightly shut, blocking out any sunlight from entering the room. Removing the pillow from his head, Evan leaned over the side of the bed and retrieved his phone from his pants pocket. He answered instantly without looking to see who was calling.
“Hey, it’s Sara. Sorry if I woke you.”
Sara
, he thought. His head spun with fragmented memories of the night before. He couldn’t remember much, but he knew Waters had taken him to a strip club. That was a conversation he wasn’t ready to have with his fiancé.
“Hey babe, what’s up?” He knew the second the words left his mouth, she would think something was up. He never called her babe. In fact, he didn’t call her by any cutesy pet names.
“What did you guys do last night?”
How the hell do I answer that?
A wave of unnerving panic set Evan on edge.
Do I tell her the truth or lie?
Undoubtedly, the truth would force a conversation he wasn’t ready to have. The stabbing pain in his head told him the hangover was kicking in. Add the fact that he couldn’t remember more than half the night, and their discussion would go from pleasant to nightmare in less than two minutes. Lying wasn’t a viable option either. If he lied and the truth came out, he would be in a worse situation than if he just confessed from the beginning.
“Waters took us to the Eiffel Tower Restaurant. We discussed business, had a little fun and then came back to the hotel. I was so exhausted, I passed out as soon as I got back to the room.” Evan hoped that was enough to buy him a reprieve from Sara’s line of questioning, but it wasn’t. She decided to probe into the type of fun he had. He didn’t lie when he told her they had gone out to a club and had a few drinks. He just left out the type of bar they had gone to or that there were naked women climbing all over him.
Once Sara brought up the convention, Evan thought he was screwed. There was no convention, and didn’t know a single name of a book convention or any other convention he could possibly use if she asked. Thankfully she decided to drop it and end the call, relieving Evan’s stress. He told Sara he loved her before hanging up.
“I know. Love you too.” Her words hit him like a snowball in the face. They were cold and said without meaning. Suspicion was etched in every word she spoke, hinting that she knew he did something he wasn’t supposed to.
He clicked on the lamp next to the bed, feeling the smooth sheets drape across his skin. “What the hell,” Evan shouted. He pulled back the sheets, finding he was completely naked under them. He jumped from the bed in search of his clothes, finding his pants next to the bed. His socks, shoes, and shirt were found on the floor next to the dresser. Fear coursed through his body as he searched for his suit jacket and underwear, not locating them in the closet, bed or cabinet drawers.
Grabbing a pair of shorts from his suitcase, Evan quickly threw them on while opening up the curtains. He checked under the bed before ripping through the sheets and blankets. “How the fuck did I get back here last night?”
He couldn’t remember anything after the first stripper gave him a lap dance that he half remembered. His fingers grabbed at strands of his hair in frustration. There were only two people that could help him piece the night together. Hopefully his agent or his publicist could give him some answers. He opened the door to the bathroom, finding his suit jacket hanging from the doorknob. He turned on the light and found his boxers lying in the middle of the tiled bathroom floor.
Picking up the items, Evan couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad happened after the strip clubs, something that would bite him in the ass later. Returning to the bed, Evan placed the suit jacket down and noticed something red hanging from the front pocket. He dipped a finger inside, discovering a red lacy thong.
There was no doubt in Evan’s mind. Something happened last night that shouldn’t have. He rushed to get dressed and hurried upstairs to Mr. Waters’ room. His fist pounded on the door until it was answered.
“What the hell are you doing here,” Waters questioned. His eyes were half sealed shut, his usual combed back hair was a complete mess while dressed in a pair of boxer briefs.
“I need to talk to you about last night.”
“Well, I’m a little preoccupied at the moment. So, you’ll have to come back later.”
Evan could hear someone moving the sheets on the bed. A minute later, the door opened wider as a blond appeared in a short, skimpy dress that barely held her boobs from falling out. “It’s okay, I think I need to be going,” the woman said while making her haste exit.
Mr. Waters and Evan both turned to watch the woman strut down the hall at a brisk pace with her six inch heels in her hands. Evan turned his attention back to Mr. Waters who was still staring at his bedroom companion while she entered the elevator.
“This better be good,” Waters said. He stepped aside, allowing Evan to enter the room. The sheets were piled in the center of the bed. Evan suspected it was put there by the woman that ran out of the room. The clothes that belonged to Christopher Waters were scattered around the room starting at the door and progressing towards the bed. “Have a seat,” Waters said.
Evan looked at the room, trying his best to find a spot that hadn’t been contaminated by whatever happened the night before. Coming to the conclusion there wasn’t one, Evan decided to lean against the dresser where the T.V. sat.
“I need to know what happened last night.”
“We went to dinner, went to the strip club, hit up a bar and came back to the hotel. What more can I say? It was an amazing night.”
“I need a lot more than that. The last thing I remember was stripper giving me a lap dance when we first got to the club.”
“Oh yes, I remember her. She did a fine job, but couldn’t compare to the others.”
“What others? What happened after her?”
Mr. Waters sat on the bed recapping what he could remember from the night before. It led up to the last round of shots at the strip club, and the fourth dancer that made Evan look like he was about to blow his load. “I don’t remember much after that. I know Ms. Stone pulled the dancer off of you and we left not too much later than that.”
“Where did we go?”
“We came back here. Audrey told us about a club in our hotel and brought us there. I lost you in the crowd of people after a few minutes.”
“You lost me, or were you flirting?”
“Evan, I’m a grown man and so are you. I am not your babysitter, and I sure as hell don’t have to answer to you.”
“You planned the bachelor party. You were the one controlling the night and doing your best to get me drunk. Now I have no memory of coming back to the hotel, and if I was alone or not.”
Waters looked up in surprise. “You dirty dog. Did you take someone back to your room?” The guilty look on Evan’s face was all the verification Waters needed. “You did; didn’t you?”