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CHASTITY
Ifeel extremely out of place in the front row even though I’m surrounded by all my girlfriends. Blake gets me a drink and tells me to chug it. “You need to relax, honey,” she yells over the music pumping through the speakers, “relax and enjoy yourself.”
Easier said than done. All I can think about is Jason finding out about this. He would lose his mind. He wouldn’t think I’d cheated on him, he would wonder what the people at church would say when they found out. Jason would dump me to protect his reputation. He’d rather eat the costs of the wedding than marry someone who was a discredit to his name.
That should be enough to keep my head swimming with doubts, but as the lights dim and the curtains open, I forget everything.
The stage is filled with men wearing leather chaps, cowboy hats, and vests with nothing under them. Every shape and size of man is onstage with their tiny G-strings poking through the opens of their chaps. The bulges alone make me flush with embarrassment; this is the closest I’ve ever been to a dick before.
The music changes quickly and a country song comes on. The men of Stallions start line dancing with a twist. Every step seems to be punctuated with a sharp thrust of their hips. With my party sitting in the front row next to the stage, I’m treated to a full view of every man’s package.
I have to admit that it’s making me feel things. Below my waist, where my thighs meet, I can feel an ache that I’ve tried to keep dormant for years. Handsome men dance before me and I squeeze my thighs together to keep them from noticing what they’re doing to me.
The drink that Blake brought over quickly disappears; I suck it down like I just ran a marathon. I can feel a tingle all over my body as the alcohol works its way into my bloodstream. For a minute, I forget who I am. I forget that I have a job at the church. I forget my inhibitions. I forget that I’m engaged to a youth pastor. I finger the hand that an engagement ring would be on if Jason believed in showing off our love for one another, but like every other time before, I am met with nothing. He says I’ll have a wedding band once we are married, but diamond engagement rings are a display of vanity and pride and he doesn’t believe in them.
All of that disappears into the vast, unencumbered part of my brain. My memories of Jason and our love story go with it. In the neon glow of the strip club signs, I find myself enamored with one man in particular.
He dances across the stage in a way that draws every eye in the room to him. When his gaze meets mine, my jaw drops open. He tosses me a wink before moving on. I know this is all part of the show, but I think I’m in love with him in a silly schoolgirl kind of way.
I spend the rest of the show unable to tear my eyes off of his washboard abs and bulging biceps. When the vest comes off and he tosses it right at me, there’s a warmth between my thighs that I’ve never felt before. I bring the suede to my nostrils and inhale his scent. He is citrus, spice, and sweat, a musky scent that will forever be associated with this moment.
“I got you another drink,” Blake announces as she sits back down. “You looked a little thirsty.”
I don’t know how she got up and made her way through the crowd. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off these handsome, dancing men and Blake just willy-nilly went to the bar and ordered another round? I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been sheltered all your life. One step over the line into the dark side and you’re hooked.
“Alright, ladies, the men will now join you on the floor,” the announcer proclaims through the speakers. “Enjoy a dance, join them in the private room, or simply watch them work. They’re all fine men and nothing is better than watching a fine man strut his stuff.”
They stayed in their chaps and G-strings. Every vest has made it into the hands of a lucky woman, including the one in mine. As the men filter off stage with smiles and winks, the dancer I was watching the entire performance comes over to me.
“You lucky bitch,” Blake smacks me in the arm. “What I wouldn’t do to fuck a man like that.”
I hush her immediately. “He might hear that!” I hiss.
Blake rolls her eyes. “So, what? I’m sure he knows that every woman in this place wants to take off that G-string and see what he’s packing.”
My cheeks are going to be permanently red after this. The embarrassment and desire I felt during the whole performance has me blushing like a hooker in church.
“Hey, miss,” the dancer walks up and crouches down in front of me. “I think you might have something of mine. What’s your name, gorgeous?”
Gorgeous. Jason has never called me that. He never calls me anything except my name. “I’m Chastity,” I whisper, unable to make my voice go any higher.
He reaches forward and I feel his hand brush over mine. “Nice to meet you, Chastity. I’m Rooster.”
I release his vest from my grip. “H-hey, Rooster.”
The smile on his lips twitches, almost as if he’s suppressing a laugh. “Since you caught my vest and took good care of it, I’d like to invite you to the Velvet Room with me. We can chat, dance, whatever you’d like.”
Before I have a chance to respond, Blake is pushing me out of my seat. “She’d love to!” Blake volunteers me, practically shoving me into Rooster’s waiting arms.
He chuckles as he keeps me from teetering over on my borrowed high heels. “Perfect,” Rooster nods his head at Blake and then at me, “I’ll return your friend in a few minutes.”
Rooster’s hand reaches for mine and I’m shocked, almost literally. It feels like electricity shoots through my whole body as his fingers entwine with mine. I look down at our hands, half expecting to see something unnatural down there. But all I’m met with is his large, comforting hand grasping mine.
I toss a look back at Blake as he leads me through the throng of people. She’s urging me on with a smile. “Do it,” she mouthes. Another sentence follows it, but I can’t make out the words. I like to believe they’re something along the lines of, ‘Have fun. You deserve it.’ But frankly, I do.
ROOSTER
Paula was right: I knew Chastity the moment I saw her. I stepped on stage with eyes scanning the crowd for a brunette with beautiful blue eyes and I found her sitting in the front row looking right back at me. I knew instantly what Paula meant when she said the girl didn’t belong here. There was something in Chastity’s face that was too innocent for this. I wanted to climb off the stage, sweep her up, and take her away from all this.
