X-Treme Measure (11 page)

I was ready. When we got home I took a long bath, scrubbing, shaving and exfoliating. I had pre-waxed my girly bits so I was clean and bare down there, and I rubbed just a hint of baby oil to keep it smooth after my bath. I had taken the next three hours and curled my hair to perfection. My hair wasn't thick so the large curls were bouncy and riotess. I poofed and pinned my hair to the sides and dressed before putting on my makeup.

I was going for a smoky look and normally when I tried my smoky look, I looked like a clown so I went in search for Ashley. He was staying in tonight to catch up on TWD on Netflix. I never really understood that show. Zombies and apocalyptic stuff not only scared me but it was gruesome to think and look at those things.

“Ashley, I know you might not know how, I mean, I never see you wear makeup—

“It's okay. I know how to apply makeup, Moriah.”

I felt instant relief and held out my hands, “I'm hopeless and I really don't want to look like a clown.”

He chuckled and said, “What look are you trying for?”

“Sexy and smoky.”

“You have the supplies?”

I nodded and he followed me into my room and bathroom. I sat on the tub side, and he looked over my makeup.

He shook his head at certain things and looked at me with pity.

“What?”

“You need to learn what kind of makeup is good for your skin tone.”

Oh, no he wasn't.

“Do not even think ‘bout it.”

“Christmas, then.”

I shook my own head and rolled my eyes.

He then told me to close my eyes and he went to work. Feeling another person’s hand on my face was strange, but he was gentle as he painted my face. And the makeup felt light. I must be doing it wrong.

After what felt like forever, he said, you'll do and backed away. I stood and faced the mirror.

Holy moly crapoly. I looked so different. Well, I looked like a beautiful and sexy woman. Same face but—I looked like a girl who knew how to set the town on fire.

I was ready. That's when my phone went off, and looking at it, it was Rosa.

“We are here!!!”

The excitement flew through the phone and I picked up on it.

“You're going to freak!”

And when I took the elevator down and went to the SUV they all sat in. When I hopped in, they all had these shocked and excited expressions on their faces.

“Fuck.”

“Holy shit.”

“Damn.”

“You look fucking hot.”

They all surrounded me and the buzz of the night ahead was already ringing in my ears.

We headed downtown, where all the clubs sat in various spots but all within walking distance of each other.

Mari dropped us off with a promise she’d be back when we called her.

“So, where to first?” Courtney asked.

Mayra looked around at the hustle and bustle of Downtown Houston and said, “Let’s get a buzz first before we see hot, mostly naked men.”

We all agreed and went to the first club we seen. Cloud 9 was a fantasy type of bar. Anyone could come in here.

We were getting our drink and dance on when a good looking Latino guy saddled up next to us.

“Bonitas mamacitas. Buenos noches! You ladies like entertainment?”

We all had a pretty good buzz going on and this hot, Latino guy was all that was tall, dark and handsome. Like gay handsome. You know those types. So hot they can only be gay.

“We are having a girl’s night.” Piped out Rosa.

“Si, si. Why don’t you ladies come to X-Treme Measure?”

“Oh, we are headed there. We just wanted to get our drink on first before going there. It’s our girl here, Moriah’s birthday today.”

“Oh, yes. Si, por favor venga al fiesta en la club.”

Like I knew Spanish? Uh, no.

“We’ll do a shout out for the pretty mamacita. The main show begins in twenty minutes.”

I looked at my phone to see it was past eleven already. Nice. We’ve been here for an hour. Chatting, goofing around and drinking.

“We will be there. You are?”

And in prime feminine fashion, the tall, dark and handsome flicked his wrist at his chest and said, “I am Tito. It’ll be quite a pleasure taking care of your ladies.”

And just like that, him and his sexy Latin-American accent self was buzzing elsewhere. We had already planned to go, so he was going to work his mojojojo on some other unsuspecting females.

“Alright, ladies. Let’s go ahead and head over there so we can get good seats.”

We finished our drinks and we laughed about nonsense on the way to X-Treme Measure. I was pretty much nervous as hell going into a place like this. I’ve never seen naked guys like this before.

That Saturday when I saw Daniel shirtless, well. That was the extent of me taking a good look. And Daniel was…perfect. Confident and sexy without being conceited. It was because he was a man comfortable in his own skin. He was used to walking around his home with no shirt on. Big deal, right?

The few times I’ve had sex, I didn’t explore or touch much.

“Let’s get the best seats in the house. I mean, Moriah should get a good seat.”

“It’s okay. I don’t care where we sit, let’s just get in there.”

“Don’t sound too enthusiastic, okay?”

I laughed, trying to get the nervous chill thawed off my shoulders. “I am excited. It’s just I’ve never been to a place like this before and I honestly can say I’ve never seen a naked man up close and personal.”

“You’re a virgin?”

“No. I just don’t get to see very many naked guys. It’s not like I take a magnifying glass and inspect them.”

“This is going to be awesome!”

As soon as we walked into X-Treme Measure, the atmosphere changed. It became charged with feminine lust and excitement where women were whistling, laughin, buzzing at the male dancer on the stage. We waded our way through the throngs of tables and there was a few tables close to where the stage.

That’s when a guy in—holy schnitzel. An apron and gulp—nothing else. Maybe he was wearing tighty-whitey’s. Please do not be naked underneath.

“Ladies, welcome to X-Treme Measure, where everything is our pleasure.”

“Hi. It’s our friend’s birthday and we were hoping that we could get close to the stage?”

We did see open tables but maybe they were reserved. That would suck for the girls.

“Let me see.” His hand disappeared in his pocket, retrieving a small binder. “Ah, yes. Perfect timing actually. One of the previously booked parties canceled. Broken wedding. Such a shame. Their table is for ten but since there’s not many of you the table is yours for one-fifty.”

“One-fifty…as is a hundred and fifty dollars?”

The man looked up at me, looked me over before tilting his head with a smirk. “Yes, sweetie.”

“It’s cool.” Brina, Miss. Moneybanks, flipped out a credit card and said, “Swipe it, pal. We want up close and personal.”

“This way.” Then, hot, little host boy turned and yup. Just an apron. His ass was muscular and I couldn’t help but stare. It was a naked behind!

Then all I heard was, “Oh, shit!”

Shit. That was me!

I landed on my hands and knees after I tripped. On what, I didn’t know but there was a naked ass pretty much at my eye level. Holy masters of the dark. Please do not fart.

I bet he let out silent ones. Silent and deadly. Ugh. I scrambled back up, the girls behind me giggling and laughing while I hurried to a seat and pray I don’t cry with humiliation.

“Drinks, ladies?”

We all ordered mixed drinks and a round of Patron shots. We downed the shot when it came and feeling the burn tingle in my throat. That’s when the lights flickered and dimmed.

“LADIES! Welcome to X-TREME MEASURE! Where everything is our pleasure! Now, the rules. You ladies know them. What are they?”

A man in his, what I assume, in his late thirties hit the stage, tied leather pants and shirtless, and still, good looking in an old fashioned way. Rugged and dark, he told everybody exactly what every chick in here wanted to hear.

“THERE ARE NONE! Bring the money and let these guys show you a good time. You know our front man, Duke is still looking for his duchess! Will there be a lady tonight to win him? Tito, our Latin-lover only too willing to show you the goods. Harley, who wants to take you on a full ride. Sweets, the tall, black delicious piece of chocolate this side of the Mississippi, and NyQ, you know who that is! He’ll cure any symptoms! And Teddy Bear, the man who’ll let you cuddle any time. Now, ladies, where there are women, there are men and we are only too willing to show you exactly where you should be. Right here, right now! Here’s X-Treme Measure’s cock kings of Houston.”

The lights flashed and five men slowly prowled the stage, the front man, wore a ball cap, leather pants and a tight red t-shirt. Each guy was wearing leather pants but a different colored shirt and they were all buff and—where the hell do they find guys like this? I mean come on! The only hot guys in Houston and they worked here. Besides my neighbor. He was hot as hell, but I could never picture him working here.

Ugh. Why did I have to think about him right now? I shook my head and grabbed my phone from my clutch and looked at my social networks. I was distracted and for some reason, it almost felt wrong to look at strippers when I felt so attracted to one particular guy. It’s not like I was cheating. We barely spoke to each other. Hell, we were barely civil towards one another.

I heard Justin Timberlake’s
Murder
come on and I just opened my Pinterest app when I felt a furious tap-tap-tap on my arm.

I looked up and saw Courtney, another server I worked with, reach back to retap my arm. I took her hand and said, “What is it, Courtney?”

I knew I sounded irritated but now that I was thinking about Daniel, my brain totally just fizzled. I hated thinking about him but at the same time, the man fascinated me. I really shouldn’t be fascinated.

He was a dad and he was my neighbor.

And today was my birthday dammit! I should be able to have fun without having to think about his sexy as sin scowl and how it made my body shiver and react a way that was so inappropriate that all a girl wanted to do was throw her panties at him and say come get me big boy. Ugh. So cheesy, but so true.

“Look!” Mayra pointed up towards the stage.

When I looked up to the floor, all I saw were men gyrating and dancing to the beat. Until I looked right into the eyes of the object of my thoughts. Holy—

“Fuck.”

"Holy shit, Moriah. He's looking right at you." Courtney said as we all watched the men angulated their hips and pumping their crotches for the ladies in the room.

Then they dropped to the floor with a flourish, and imitating the moves of sex. Driving the female population in here frantic and hormones to rise with a lustful heat.

And there he was. Daniel…
Duke
. Holy crap. And even though he kept up the routine, his jaw was taut and his brown eyes were so cold I’m sure they were black as midnight. And I just couldn’t stop looking.

He worked here? He wasn’t supposed to work at a place like this. I knew my eyes widened at seeing him. This was so not right. And with the way my body was reacting to his hot dance, yeah, call me corny but that’s what it was. They were dancing and ripping their clothes off. Holy mother of God, they all took their shirts and pulled, ripping and rendering the material useless as they tossed it to the crowd. Daniel’s red shirt tossed right at me. Oh, hell no. I moved away as the shirt landed on the table.

My female parts were reacting to this man and everything inside me was turning into a burning fire of lust and need. The hot molten stare of his black obsidian irises seared into my skin, making my breasts feel swollen and heavy as my nipples became taut and rubbed against the fabric of the strapless bra I was wearing. Creating a rough friction that made me squeeze my legs together. My vagina was already pooling with arousal. I felt the slick heat dripping, making me squirm.