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Dance for You
It felt so good to be home. I took a long swig off my beer, my eyes glued to the latest MMA fight that I missed, while playing catch with my pup. I loved what I do, but all the traveling begins to wear on you. I spent the last week in Atlantic City playing in a week long Texas Hold’em tournament. I guess I couldn’t complain too much, I made over $122,000 for five days of “work”.
Poker is something that requires one’s complete attention to be successful. All week, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to thoughts of Vaughn. That blonde hair, her dark brown eyes, her perfect curves. It really didn’t help my game. That girl had quickly captured my attention. I wanted to call Rose and ask about her, but as far as anyone knew, I was just a club regular. Even though I’ve hung out with Jeremy and Rose casually outside of The Cave, I wasn’t ready to share my actual involvement in the establishment. And a customer calling a bartender for her drunk friend’s number may not go over too well. I guess I could have sent Vaughn a direct message on Instagram, but after she didn’t follow me back I again didn’t want to turn into that creepy dude in the background. Even though that’s exactly what I was.
“Well, shit. That fight lasted less than fifteen minutes. Now what?” Eight-fifteen on a Saturday night and I had not a damn thing to do. You would think that living in Vegas I would never run out of things to keep me busy. But the party lifestyle just wasn’t me. I liked to drink, but for the most part, I was pretty mellow. Most of my friends are still in California or are just poker buddies. And when you live your life in casinos, they're the last place you want to go on your time off. But there’s no way I was sitting at home by myself my first night back in town.
I grabbed my iPhone and hit the Facetime App. I scrolled through my list of contacts until I found her name. I hit call. She picked up within two rings.
“Hey, beautiful.” I smiled as her face appeared on my screen. Those eyes got me every time.
“Hi,” she said sadly, and gave me that cute pout.
“What’s wrong, baby girl? Where’s that smile that makes me so happy?” I asked.
“It’s in Las Vegas,” she replied with that nine-year-old attitude I had grown to love so much.
“What does that mean?”
“I miss you, Daddy,” she whined. “It’s almost summer break and I really want to come and visit.”
“I miss you too, J-Ella Bean. That’s why I’m calling. Talk to your mom. Figure out the days when you can come and spend a couple weeks with me. I’ll text you both the few days I will be gone this summer for tournaments, but you can always stay with your aunt and cousin during that time,” I told her. We continued to talk for a few more minutes about all the end of year things going on at school and my latest trip. We blew each other our special father/daughter kiss and ended our chat. The day I moved away from Ella was the worst day of my life, but to continue my career I needed to be Las Vegas. I hated not being able to tuck her in each night, so video chats were our next best thing. She said she understood but it still broke my heart.
Well, that was a half an hour off my nothing to do Saturday night. Might as well shower and go hit up The Cave, have a few good drinks and maybe a lap dance or two. I may not be into dating strippers, but Ashlynn is that type of girl that can make your body forget the stresses of traveling and sitting on uncomfortable poker table chairs for five days.
I decided to ride my Harley to the club. Saturday night traffic in Vegas could be a bitch, and my bike allowed me to get around much quicker. I loved the free feeling of being able to roar up the downtown strip. The parking lot to The Cave was packed. Typical for a weekend night. I pulled up around back and went directly into Damon’s office.
“Hey, bud,” I greeted him as I entered the club. “How’s it going?” I dropped down in the chair in front of his desk.
“Nuts! Good to see you, buddy,” he shouted. “How was the tournament? Better yet, how were the hotties of Atlantic City?”
“You’re lucky I like you, asshole.” I gave him a dirty look. He’s the only person that can still get away with calling me nuts. I met Damon White at UCLA our freshman year. He had just started an underground poker tournament each month in the dorms. I got the nickname nuts a few years later in one of the weekend tournaments. It didn’t seem to matter which table I was at that night; I was constantly being dealt the best hands. After that night, I began to take my poker playing a little more seriously. “It was good. Fourth place. Dude, it’s Jersey. There are no hotties. How’s business?”
“Boomin’ buddy! Boomin’!” He smiled.
“That’s what I like to hear. I'll catch up with you later. I need one of Rose’s Flaming Doctor Peppers,” I told him as I walked out. Nobody ever thinks much of me coming and going from the back because Damon and I have been best friends since college. The Cave is even more crowded tonight than a usual Saturday. These music festivals really upped the number of people in here. The husband’s send their wives to the concerts and they come and hang out here for the night. Smart if you asked me. I made my way through the crowd to the main bar to grab a drink from my favorite bartender.
“Hey, handsome,” she said as she dropped the shot into the beer. She must have seen me coming from the back. “I have a break in twenty minutes. I’ll meet you upstairs.”
I nodded and headed toward the VIP lounge. I loved the view that the corner booth gave me. I was able to see the entire stage, two of the three bars, and the front door. I believed seeing who was coming and going in the club was important. Being a professional gambler, I never liked to be blindsided. I only put myself in positions where I held the cards.
Ashlynn came over with my usual beer and Jack Daniel’s shot. “Hey, stranger. Haven’t seen you in a few weeks.” She bent over to put the drink down on my table and I could see directly down the small, pink camisole thing she was wearing. Her perky, petite tits were actually looking quite luscious. Ashlynn had natural strawberry blonde hair and soft, pale skin. The pink in her top almost perfectly matched her erect, little nipples. She crawled in the booth behind me, sat on top of one the seats and started rubbing my shoulders.
Shit, she didn’t remember last weekend. Ashlynn was pretty well shit-faced drunk when I put her in the limo with the other girls. Should I say something? I let out a moan as she rubbed my neck. The last thing I wanted was for things to become awkward between Ash and I. She’s been my girl for the last few months, and she's never mentioned being in a relationship with Vanessa. “Tournaments have been keeping me busy,” is all I could think of saying. She moved down the bench next to me and pulled my legs over her body. Ash began rubbing my quads in a way that made my whole body shake. “How’s school?” I managed to spit out. My eyes practically rolled back in my head. Damn the woman had magic hands.
“Good. Hard. I didn’t realize how much medical terminology there is in massage therapy. But I'm enjoying what I do and the clients I get to practice on,” she answered with a wink.
“Well I love being your massage dummy, Ash.” The D.J. played the siren which told all the stage performers of the night that they had five minutes until their next number.
Ashlynn hopped up. “That’s my cue, babe. It’s Beyoncé night.” She bounced down the stairs and disappeared through the back curtain. I enjoyed watching the group dances that are performed at the club. We definitely had some of the sexiest woman in Vegas. Within minutes, Beyoncé’s Dance for You was playing throughout the club and most of the dancers were on the stage. It’s a slower song and the girls used it to bring those “totally unsuspecting bachelor's” up on stage and gave them the lap dance of their life before they ran off and got married. I watched as Jade and Ashlynn worked together and scared the piss out of a young kid. The poor guy looked like he just came straight off a farm in Iowa. Jade was standing behind him, having him look up as she shook her tits right over his face. Ashlynn was doing this reverse cowgirl kind of thing, grinding her ass in the guy’s lap. By the time the song was over, it wouldn’t have surprised me if farm boy down there didn’t bust a nut in his pants.
It’s long past twenty minutes and Rose had still not come up to talk to me. The bars would usually clear out a bit when there were group numbers on the stage. I spotted her talking to a hot new redhead. She was sitting on one of the tall stools legs crossed, you could almost see the defined muscles in her legs. Definitely a dancer’s legs. Her back was bare, except for a small tattoo that I couldn’t make out from my position. Her natural tan practically glowed under the low club lighting. Screw watching from up here. Time for another FDP.
As I made it to the bottom of the stairs, the little red headed vixen walked away with Vanessa. Damn. Next time. I made my way over and occupied the stool she was sitting in. There was a lingering scent of coconut in the air. Immediately, my dick jerked in my shorts. I looked around for my blonde beauty but no such luck. Probably just a coincidence. I mean coconut had to be a popular scent among the ladies during the summer. I watched the girls on stage as Rose finished up with other customers.
“Hey, Nathan. Sorry we’re busy tonight. I just wanted to say thanks for making sure my girlfriend and I got back to our hotel safely last weekend. Jeremy also says thanks. He says hit him up for a workout sesh,” Rose shouted over the music as she poured my drink.
I didn’t even notice that Vanessa and Vixen returned to the bar while I was finishing my shot. “Hey, champ,” Vanessa bumped me with her hip. “Meet my newest summer dancer…” I glanced over to my right and saw her standing there. Vanessa ceased to exist for me after that.
