The Best Man and the Go-Go Dancer

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Doug’s bachelor party was supposed to be awesome. But nothing had gone right. And Jack knew it was partly his fault, which was why he was now at the computer scrambling to put together a plan for the rest of the day.

South Lake Tahoe would normally be a great time in early April — Some spring snowboarding, followed by beers at one of the brewpubs, then either eating out or grilling at the cabin followed by some strip club debauchery. It was one thing Doug had specifically wanted, a lap dance from a hot stripper. Easy peasy.

But as Jack squinted at the website he was on, he saw it confirmed for the 20th time — no strip clubs in South Lake Tahoe. The closest was fucking Reno, which, given the heavy snow falling outside, wasn’t in the cards. How could he have just assumed there’d be one?

“Guys, the best I can do is try to find a stripper we can call here, but I don’t know if any are going to be available at 6 on a Saturday night.”

“Jack, don’t worry about it,” Doug said. “Let’s just go to a club and have a few drinks. The stripper really isn’t a big deal.”

The other 12 guys were all nodding agreement with Doug.

“Alright,” Jack said, still feeling like he’d let Doug down. Sure, the stripper wasn’t that big of a deal, but after high winds closed the chairlifts and the brewery he’d wanted to go to had been closed since the road to it wasn’t plowed, it just felt like a string of disappointments adding up, which is NOT how a bachelor party should be. Especially since his own bachelor party had been so amazing. Too bad the marriage hadn’t lasted, as his now-ex-wife had found her boss just a bit too exciting and left Jack two years before. He couldn’t believe he was 29 and had been divorced for two years already.

Oh well, off to the club to see about a salvage operation.

Dressed in clothes way too nice for the snowy weather, the 14 guys all piled into a few cabs and headed out to a club that at least had gorgeous go-go dancers featuring prominently on its Facebook page.

Fortunately, entry to the club was fast-tracked, because one of the banquettes that had been booked was suddenly open since the original party couldn’t make it out due to the snowstorm. Maybe things were looking up.

Jack followed the others inside and allowed himself a smile as he saw the mostly full dance floor with a good mix of guys and girls, and six elevated platforms with dancing girls dressed in skimpy silky emerald lingerie gyrating to the sounds of the music and pumping up the crowd while drawing admiring stares from a few enchanted men and one woman.

“First round’s on me!” Jack shouted, laying his card on the marble bartop with that sinking feeling that always came when knowing he’d be looking at a (hopefully only) three-digit bill.

The truth was, Jack hated clubs. Didn’t like to dance. Preferred a wine bar with a piano. But you didn’t really do that on a guy’s weekend. Not with these guys at least.

The drinks flowed, the banquette was visited by a bachelorette party, and everyone eventually made their way to the dance floor, leaving the half-finished bottles of Grey Goose and Glengoyne for the moment.

Jack found himself dancing with one of the bachelorette party girls. He wasn’t really into them, as they all seemed pretty young, but he wasn’t going to put any more of a damper on this evening by sitting by himself getting drunk.

Melissa — or was it Mackenzie? — was pressed close to him, her hair brushing against the side of his face as she clutched him around the shoulders and they swayed to the music.

Ok, this was actually getting fun.

“Where are you from?” Jack shouted into her ear just to be heard.

“Miami,” she shouted back.

“She must be a good friend if you came all the way out here for her bachelorette party,” Jack shouted back.

“Yeah,” she said, then turned around to grind on him. Clearly, small talk wasn’t on the menu.

After two more songs, Melissa/Mackenzie had found a younger guy with a vaguely Italian look to dance with. A song later, and they were making out. Two more songs, and they were who knew where.

Jack laughed and turned his attention to the go-go dancer on the nearest platform and really smiled.

Her blonde hair came down to the lower part other shoulders, but just now she was holding it above her head and dipping low, accentuating her curves as she thrust her thong-clad butt to one side of the platform and gave a tantalizing view of her cleavage that seemed barely held in place behind the emerald fabric that shimmered in the flashing strobes of the club.

Jack took a few steps closer and dropped a couple of singles into the cup on the edge of her platform. She shot him a quick smile, but he was focused on her eyes, which glowed the same color as her skimpy outfit.

The top was a half-corset that was laced up the back and rode higher than the tattoo on her left rear hip of a tropical flower that he saw for the first time as she slowly spun on the stage. The barely-there thong accentuated İstanbul Escort a perfectly formed ass that Jack found himself marveling at. And he wasn’t even close to being an ass man. But maybe now he was a convert.

Several songs went by, and Jack forced himself away from the platform to not be the creepy guy — and there were plenty of them — who stood there unmoving, openly ogling her and occasionally holding their hands up for a high-five just to get a fleeting piece of contact.

“She’s fucking hot, isn’t she?” Doug shouted into Jack’s ear. They were seated in the banquette knocking back whiskey, and Jack nodded.

“Did you see those eyes?”

“Yeah. But look at this one over here,” Doug said, pointing to the nearest platform, which was topped by a leggy brunette who clearly knew how to dance to maximum effect and had an overflowing tip jar.

“Yeah, she’s hot, too,” Jack shouted back.

“Let’s go over there — I need a closer look.”

Jack handed Doug a fistful of ones for tipping and stood back as Doug, who was pretty wasted at this point, kept dropping them into the jar with metronomic regularity, a goofy look on his face that was half winning smile and half village idiot. Jack walked over and motioned to the dancer, who leaned down.

“It’s his bachelor party,” Jack told her. “I don’t think he’s capable of speaking for himself, but as his best man, I wanted to say thanks for making this night so memorable for him.”

She laughed and then leaned down, brushing a hand against Doug’s cheek, and told him congratulations.

“I’m switching to go over there,” she yelled above the music, pointing at another cage. “You should come over.”

Doug nodded and followed her over, along with a gaggle of other guys and security guards, mostly jealous of the bachelor, but a few stayed as the next girl climbed through the rails onto the platform.

And there she was again. The blonde Jack had been so entranced by earlier. Hemmed in amid dancing couples and lustful men, Jack leaned back against a hi-boy table and allowed himself to enjoy the view from a foot or two away from the platform.

Next to Jack, some guy clearly on something — E or acid, most likely — repeatedly motioned the girl down to talk to him, trying to angle a way into her pants, of course. She kept politely brushing him off, and he got more and more aggressive.

Jack gave him a friendly nudge and smiled, saying, “Let’s watch her dance. Check out that ass moving!”

The guy nodded, but was clearly pissed at Jack for getting involved. A few seconds later, he stuck his hand up on the stage, palm outward, as if to grab her ass, but held it in place. She noticed, and pushed his hand back outside the confines of the railing.

Looking around, Jack didn’t spot a security guard in sight, but assumed she was probably a pro at dealing with guys like this.

The guy tried that maneuver a few more times, with equal result, and Jack noticed the dancer was casting glances about, but no security was in the area.

“Dude,” Jack said to him. “Just because she’s dancing here like that doesn’t mean you can grab her ass. Just watch and save it for the spank bank.”

“Fuck off, asshole,” he shouted back, and Jack took a half step back to show he didn’t want a fight. “Fucking prick, she wants me.”

And with that, he reached through the railings and caught the side of her thong, starting to pull it down.

Jack just reacted. Later, all he could remember was twisting the guy’s arm and throwing a half-speed forearm into him to back him away from the stage. What was clear to him, however, was what happened next, as the piece of shit’s fist came hard into his stomach, doubling him over.

Jack stepped back just in time to dodge the next fist that came at his face and managed to kick the guy’s shin sideways, toppling him over. Then Jack felt his feet leave the ground as his collar and belt were snatched from behind.

He vaguely heard the dancer yelling something as he was frog-marched out the rear exit of the club by a burly security man who told him to get lost or get cuffed.

“Fucking hell,” Jack muttered to the falling snow as the club door slammed shut.

He walked around to the front of the casino that housed the club, keeping an eye out for the other guy, and took a seat on a bench in a covered gazebo-like structure a hundred feet or so from the door.

A few people walked past in the next few minutes, rushing to the casino and walking awkwardly in the snow. He picked up his phone and thought about sending a text to one of the other guys, but decided against it. Why ruin their fun? He was warm and could sit out here until they stumbled out in a few hours. Thank God for the Kindle app.

About 10 minutes later, someone entered the gazebo area, and he sat bolt upright, ready to deflect a punch thrown his way if it was the guy from the club.

“Sorry to startle— oh, hey! It’s you,” came a feminine voice just as Jack was recognizing the lovely face Anadolu Yakası Escort with the deep green eyes.

“Ah, yeah, sorry, uh, I can go somewhere else,” he said, blabbering stream of consciousness.

“No, no, why would you be sorry? I want to say thank you,” she said, flashing a smile and holding out her hand. “I’m Kate, by the way.”

“I’m Jack,” he said, taking her gloved hand and gently squeezing it as he shook it. “I didn’t know how much you saw, and I am sorry about what happened in there.”

“Oh, yeah, that was a new one for me,” she said. “Security has always been on top of it before. The other guy is on his way to jail, by the way. The cops took a statement from me. I tried to tell the security guard you were only trying to help, but honestly he’s a dick someone gave power to, and he isn’t about to let you back in. But if you want, I can go with you to the front and try.”

Jack smiled and shook his head. “No thanks. It’s not really my scene anyway. I’ll just wait for the guys to come out and catch an Uber home with them.”

“Well, really, thank you. Hopefully you weren’t hurt?”

Jack laughed. “Nah, momentarily painful, but nothing too bad.”

“Good. Well, have a good night.” she placed a hand on his shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze, then smiled at him before turning around and pulling out her phone, walking to toward the curb.

“You too,” he said as she walked away, wanting to kick himself for not asking her out for a drink, but he knew better than that, and it wasn’t the time.

He went back to the novel, which was really starting to pick up, and he was fully engrossed in it when a shadow shifted beside him, and he lurched sideways in shock.

“You always this jumpy?” And there she was again, hair dusted with snow, which also rested on the shoulders and lapels of her pea coat — the kind that go down past the waist and ride barely higher than a sexy skirt, only she was wearing jeans with it, and they were tucked into a pair of faux fur-lined snow boots. A small duffel bag hung from one hand, and her phone was in the other.

“I shouldn’t be,” he said. “You always this creepy?”

She laughed. “So I’m creepy?”

Jack smiled. “Well, I’m not complaining. Back so soon?”

She nodded. “Mind if I sit?”

“Sure,” he said, scooting aside to give her room on the bench. She sat down, and he brushed at the snow on her hair, then took his hand back. “Sorry, hopefully that’s ok.”

She wagged an admonishing finger at him. “I could have you arrested,” she said with a laugh. “Yes, that’s more than ok. Thank you.”

He smiled and brushed the rest of the snow off her hair and shoulders, relishing the way her leg and hip were pressed against his, causing him to stir.

“I have bad news for you,” she said. “You’re not going to catch any Uber with your bros tonight. And Lyft is out of the question, too. Even the taxi I just called said it’s going to be at least 45 minutes. Mind keeping me company while I wait? I don’t really feel like going back inside tonight.”

“I get that. Hopefully he didn’t manage to make things too bad for you.”

She shook her head. “You know, I just feel really violated. Yeah, I put on skimpy clothes and dance on a platform and guys give me tips, but that’s it. I’m not a stripper, I’m not an escort, and I’m certainly not there to be groped or undressed.”

Jack nodded silently.

“And the worst part is, after I basically flashed half the crowd, I heard some people cheering, and even the fucking club manager wanted me to go back out there. Thank God Emma told me to take the night off and come back only when I’m ready.”

“That sucks,” Jack said. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“One more semester, then I only dance for me,” she said.

“What’s your major?”

“I’m getting my master’s in art history. I want to work in an art museum.”

“That’s awesome,” Jack said. “Art history sounds fun. I went with architecture, but I mostly design government buildings, so there isn’t much art to it. All practical.”

“Still sounds like a cool job,” she said. Then her phone rang, and she placed it to her ear. Jack turned away to give her some privacy for the call.

“Well, I guess I am walking home tonight,” she said. “The cab got stuck.”

“Ouch, that sucks,” Jack said. “No deal on a hotel around here?”

“I could stay, but I need to let my neighbor’s dog out and feed her. Plus, it’s not all that far.”

Jack looked out at the swirling snow. It was dropping at a slow rate, but the occasional gust of wind was blowing it off the tops of buildings until it fell to the street, where the intermittent traffic crushed it into a slushy mess.

“Well, it’s kind of nasty out there,” Jack said, butterflies rising in his stomach. “If you’d like, I could walk with you until you get home. I’ll have plenty of time to make it back here before my friends are ready to call that nonexistent Uber.”

“Actually, that sounds nice,” she said.

“Wait here a minute, though,” Kartal Escort Jack said, rushing off toward the casino hotel. Once inside, his heart pounded as he expected to get tossed out again, but he made his way to his destination — the gift shop — and got the last umbrella they had. After paying the inflated $35 for it, he headed back outside, where Kate was somehow miraculously still sitting.

“I can’t brush the snow off the whole way,” he said by way of explanation.

“That’s sweet, and pretty sly, just buying one,” she said with a wink.

“Honest to God, it was the last one they had,” he said, handing it to her.

She opened it and held it to the side, motioning him to join her under it.

“Oh no, can’t have you thinking I was just trying to be sly. That’s a gift for you.”

“You’d rather have me think you’re an idiot? Get under here.”

He laughed and joined her. They set off, and he was intoxicated by walking so close together, as they each occasionally slipped on the slushy ground, stumbling into each other. After a block, he took the umbrella from her, held his elbow out, and felt a wave of elation sweep through his body as she put her arm through his and held on tightly.

“So, I have to ask,” Jack said. “Are they real, or–“

“Watch it,” she said.

“—or are they contacts?”

“Oh,” she said, then giggled. “Yes, the eyes are really green.”

“Well, they’re fantastic,” he said.

“You’re a dork.” But she laughed.

They carried on, making small talk, but when they got to the next corner, he was way too focused on her and totally missed the angle of the curb. He felt the heel of his shoe strike the corner, then his foot twisted, and he just managed to shake her arm free before he toppled over, hitting the ground hard, his butt landing on a layer of ice barely covered by slush.

“Ah dammit,” he cursed, straightening out and lifting his butt off the wet ground.

“Are you ok?” she asked, looking scared.

“Yeah, I’m fine, but this umbrella isn’t loving me at the moment.” He held it up, and two of the metal supports were bent and twisted sideways. He managed to get to his feet, with the uncomfortable cold and wetness seeping through his slacks and his feet.

“That’s the second time tonight I’ve fallen at your feet,” he said with a sheepish grin.

“I’ll have to hold on tighter,” she said with a smile, meeting his eyes as she pulled him toward her. He didn’t turn to keep walking, but reached out with his free hand and brushed snow off her hair again, their faces inches apart.

The awkward pause dragged on as he used his fingertips to brush her hair back behind her ear, then ran them down the side of her neck and gently applied pressure, bringing her face closer. He closed his eyes and cocked his head, and their lips met. He kissed her lightly, feeling her return the kiss as her soft lips firmed up briefly before he pulled back, opening his eyes again and seeing those two shining pools of emerald.

“I hope that was ok,” he said.

“Stop saying that. I’ll tell you if it’s not ok,” she said, then put her had behind his neck and pulled him forcefully toward her for another kiss.

He dropped the umbrella and wrapped her in his arms, opening his mouth and feeling her lips part as he flicked his tongue to meet the tip of hers. She pressed hers forward, and their tongues danced as he felt himself harden against her body and the snow fell around them.

“Holy shit,” he moaned as they parted for air. Then he kissed her again, a long, searching kiss as he ran his hands down her back and felt the firmness of her butt. She pressed her hips toward him, and he gripped her tightly, the sensation of her so close intoxicating him.

A car honked as it passed by, killing the moment. Jack pulled Kate back onto the sidewalk, then bent down and picked up the umbrella, shaking the snow off of it before holding it over her head.

“So, you think it’s ok to grab my ass?” Kate asked.

Jack grinned. “Yup.”

“Good. You learn quickly.”

He put his arm around her shoulders and held the sacrificial umbrella over their heads as best he could, and they crossed the street.

“It’s just three more blocks,” she said, dropping her hand to his ass. “Wow, that is cold!”

“Oh, I noticed,” Jack said. “Apparently ice water will make things wet and cold.”

“If it didn’t look so painful, I would have thought you fell on purpose hoping I’d ask you in to dry off.”

“You give me way too much credit. I’m just a dumbass who decided it would be better to wear shoes I could pretend to dance in than shoes made for trekking Siberia. Now that you mention it, though, it does sound like a good plan. Is it working?”

“What kind of girl do you take me for?” she asked, a shocked look on her face.

“I’m not trying to say—”

“I’d never let you walk me home in the snow and not have the decency to at least invite you in for a hot chocolate.”

“Ok, ok, so I need to be on my toes with you. I’m into it,” he said. “I notice you changed out of those high-heeled boots you had on at the club.”

“And put on more sensible clothes, too,” she said.

“Pity, I really liked the other ones, too.”

“Well, here we are,” she said, turning into a driveway that was thigh-high with snow.

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