Marilyn's a Working Girl
Keywords: a, Girl, Working, Marilyn's,
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Even then, none of the boys wanted to ask me to the dances."
"Oh yeah? None wanted to ask me either." Leese said blowing on her food. "But it was 'cause I was ugly."
Rita laughed as she sat down across from the girl but Leese was dead serious. "Anyway, in eighth grade Lisa Martinez was the only girl taller than me. She was almost six feet tall."
"You're about six feet tall in those heels right now. Maybe more." Leese noted.
"Well," she said, "When your husband is six foot five, you can get away with that sort of thing."
"Hmm..." Leese said, "I thought he was about that height. I was gonna say six-six."
They were quiet as she ate.
"You know he didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
Leese looked up at Rita suspiciously.
"He just cares."
"He said I was threatening him." She stuck a forkful of chicken into her mouth.
"With what?"
"Leaving. I wasn't doing that. I was just..."
"Telling him what you thought he wanted to hear?"
She nodded, "But I meant it too."
"Well, he didn't want to hear that."
"No kidding. He yelled at me and called me a little kid. I'm sick of people calling me a little kid. I'm not."
"I know," she smiled sympathetically. Looking at the girl now she could see why people would call her that. She just seemed so childlike sometimes.
"So then why's he mad at me when I say I'm going to do things by myself? He said I should take responsibility so what am I supposed to do?"
"He wants to help you. That's all. He wants you to ask for "his" help."
The two women stared at each other for a little while.
"I don't get it." Leese finally said as she kept chewing with a dumbstruck look on her face.
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After Wicks had dropped Leese off, Reynolds called him up while he was still in the car and invited him to have a drink with the rest of the guys. He accepted since he had nothing else better to do that night.
Ever since he came to California to work on the Mil-Ar-Tel project he had been hanging out with his military comrades off base in bars, nightclubs and at sports games. He was getting a little tired of them because the only hobby they had outside of work was chasing women—though most of them had girlfriends, fiancées or wives. And when they weren't doing it they were talking about it. Honestly, this got boring for Wicks. He chalked up the difference in their priorities with the fact that was a fairly high-ranking officer with a few years on most of them and they were young grunts.
When he walked into the bar he realized it was also a strip club. Girls in varying degrees of nakedness danced on platforms in the dark space. He found his friends sitting at a table that flanked the main stage. They whooped and called his name as if he were Norm from "Cheers" when he sat down.
He shook and slapped hands with everyone as Reynolds said, "Well if it isn't my favorite white boy!" He called over to the waitress, "Get this dude a Corona!"
Wicks laughed and knocked fists with the dark brown skinned man and looked up at the stage. The lights onstage had suddenly changed, the runway now under lit with a blue light.
"What's going on?" Wicks asked.
"Featured dancer coming on," Mackie answered as he took a swig of his ice cold beer. ""Cherries..."" he said lasciviously.
A few minutes later, a curvy silhouette walked in front of a screen on the stage. Wicks's friends whooped and hollered in anticipation as he wondered what was so special about this stripper. The screen raised and revealed a thick and curvy bleached blonde with that messy "porn star" hair—tousled and tangled looking. She stood in a pose that caused her to arch her back and poke out her perky round breasts. Along with tight glaringly white shorts she wore a matching top deliberately cut to show off the red lacy bra underneath.
Her face had a coy look as she bit down on her bottom lip and sauntered forward in the clear stiletto heels. The audience cheered as she took the pole positioned right above Wicks and his party. She smiled seductively, a red glossy shade coving her lips as she began to wrap her curvy legs around the metal. Soon she began spinning around and around with her head thrown back and her chest toward the ceiling. Her eyes were closed and her face displayed an expression of either pain or ecstasy.
Wicks was somewhat impressed with her show as she did all types of acrobatic tricks on the pole. He liked her form. She was small and compact but still thin with curves that most of the other strippers didn't have. She spun around making eye contact with him, keeping her eyes on him for the entire show. His friends (and many guys at the other tables near) noticed this, cheering and slapping him on the back with envious looks in their eyes.
Before her set was over, she had stripped down to her bare breasts and a red Brazilian cut thong that matched the bra she discarded long ago.
"Cherries is HAWT!" screamed Mackie as she left the stage.
"She's alright," Wicks said casually as he sipped his beer, but acknowledging to himself that there was something about her he found sexy. She seemed different than the other strippers here.
Later, he and the boys had more drinks and were tipping more strippers when Cherries sauntered over to their table, mischief in her warm brown eyes. The entire table came to a hush as she tapped Wicks on the shoulder and whispered something into his ear. His friends watched him grin sheepishly as he looked around at his friends suspiciously.
"You guys..."
"We had to do it!" Reynolds yelled, "you never relax Wicks! NEVER!"
The guys laughed as Cherries, clad this time in a pink and black balconette bra and black lace boy shorts straddled his lap and began moving seductively on top of him. They were always teasing him about not actively chasing pussy the way they did. They called him a "Goody-Two Shoes", mistaking his lack of motivation to have sex with multitudes of women as unnecessary faithfulness to his globe trotting, never around fiancée. The truth was he had just felt out of his element as of late. He felt disconnected from many people right now, no matter how many of them patted him on the back or brought him lap dances. The only time he felt excited and refreshed to speak to someone any time he were near her was Leese and sex with strange women wasn't going to change that. And even now, as this delectable blonde writhed on top of him, pulling out all of the stops, touching him all over to the envy of other patrons, he thought about Leese.
Cherries sold one of the most expensive dances in the whole place, but the boys spared no expense. Half of them were just ass kissing because Wicks was everyone's superior, but overall they just liked him. He never had a dominating presence but when he did speak he was kind, charismatic and witty.
When she finished, Wicks had slipped a fifty-dollar bill into her panties but she pulled it out and gave it back, "No, it was my pleasure," she said in a sultry voice. She then whispered something into his ear and walked away.
"Alright," Wicks said nodding and holding up his hands, "You guys, that's enough."
"What?" they asked in unison.
"You didn't have to buy me backroom time..."
They looked around at each other with confused looks on their faces.
Reynolds grinned as he yelled, "We don't love you that much man!"
"What the fuck?" Wicks asked, perplexed. He shook his head, "I ain't going back there..."
They all stopped what they were doing and saying to stare at him with dumbfounded (and even angry) looks on their faces.
"What?" he asked. "I didn't ask for it so who did?"
Moments later, after much emphatic urging by his buddies, Wicks found himself looking for "The Red Room" in the back of the club. After having been patted down and questioned by a huge bouncer he was given the green light.
He finally found the correct room and saw that Cherries waited for him on a round red leather sofa, her legs curled beneath her. The entire room looked to be upholstered in red leather, even the walls.
"Have a seat?" She smiled. He sat across from her cautiously.
"Are you scared? I won't bite."
"Who paid for this?" he wanted to know.
"I did." She stood up and walked over to him, running her fingers through his short brown hair and massaging his scalp. "I've been trying to get your attention all night. I really think I like you."
He gently pulled her hand away. "I don't know what you do back here but I can't have any sort of..." he stared at her intently as he tried to choose his words carefully as not to offend her. He didn't want to have sex with a stripper no matter how hot she was or how much she wanted him. "I'm engaged," he said, deciding this was the best way to go.
"Aww!" she said looking down at him sweetly, "You "are" a good guy! I knew I liked you for some reason..."
He looked at the girl with a slight smile; she had to be no more than eighteen or nineteen. "I think you should get your money back for the room..." he said.
"No..." she said, "we can still use it."
He looked at her quizzically.
"You took a lap dance from me so you must not think that's cheating..." she said stepping back and undoing her bra so that her very natural and pert breasts sprang free, the nipples already distended. "This time I won't even touch you, and it will still be "my" pleasure..."
Wicks gulped upon hearing the desire drip from her voice. He almost wanted to take back what he said about not having any kind of sex with her as he felt himself getting hard.
She walked over to a big leather bag and pulled out a turquoise clear silicone dildo. She licked the thick tip of its jellied head, and then slid it deep into her mouth as she rolled her hard nipples between her fingers. Next, walked back over to where he sat. She gave one of his shoulders a little push, prompting him to sit back on the couch, "Relax. Enjoy yourself "Good Guy"."
He did as he was told, never taking his eyes off of her as she sat on a smaller red leather chair across from him, spreading her legs and sucking on the dildo as she played with her hard pink nipples, the areolas barely there.
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Keywords: a, Girl, Working, Marilyn's,