Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

Dan looked across the club and saw John, the bartender at the club, watching them intently. Mary and he were currently an item as he told her, "And can you talk to John too?" he asked. "I don't want him thinking I'm making moves on his girl," he said.

Mary laughed. "Yeah, I'll tell him," she said, "Though just because I'm sleeping with him doesn't mean I'm his," she said emphatically. Dan could tell he was stepping into some sort of argument as she continued. "I imagine his mind is going a mile a minute wondering what I'm doing sitting on your lap," she grinned. "It'll do him good to stew for a bit, we had a fight yesterday and I am still waiting for him to apologize."

As she finished her statement she looked over to the bar and gave a little finger wave to John before turning back to Dan and pressing her body further against his chest.

The adage 'never piss off a stripper' came to his mind as the woman did her best the entire evening to make not only him uncomfortable—in retaliation for not telling her what was going on with Jen and him and knowing he would not cheat upon Jen—as well as piss off John. She also stayed with in case Chuck asked somebody else about them to see if she followed his orders.

Several times that night Dan tried to talk to John, but the man was obviously pissed and would not even come near him, more than likely thinking Dan was hitting on his girl all night, although Mary was the instigator. In his despair Dan hoped Mary would talk to him soon, particularly to prevent the man from getting pissed enough to possibly his relationship with Jen to Chuck.

The next day, Tuesday, was one of the sadder days in his life as he gave his notice to the realtor company he had worked at for the last several years. It was ironic only a week ago he was fearful of losing his job, his boss threatening to lay people off who could not make sales, and now he was leaving of his own volition.

At least the FBI promised to ease things over if the case against Chuck worked out and he ever wanted to return.

Even with the possibility of returning, Dan was upset having to say goodbye to everybody. His boss obviously had mixed feelings. On one hand he was losing a long-time seller, but on the other, he had been looking to lay somebody off and with Dan leaving the threat of unemployment for the other sellers was gone.

That evening he returned to the club where Chuck told him to be unless he was traveling, in order to "learn about the company by observation" the man he hated told him. "If you're going to work for me, I want you at my side so you see how things are handled," he told him that night.

Dan had nodded reluctantly to the man. Although it was fine and dandy for the FBI to tell him to agree to working for Chuck, Dan realized working for somebody you detested with every fiber of your being was an emotional strain he could do without.

Most of the evening Chuck talked about the clubs, giving Dan an idea how each operated. He had been surprised to learn Chuck allowed the clubs to have some autonomy in how they handled, saying the managers knew their crowd better than he, and as long as the clubs met their marks, he was happy. For example, the Atlanta club was mostly Hip-Hop based, with the majority of women being black, while the Houston club was obviously more Country-oriented, with most of the women being big-haired blondes.

Chuck said the main reason he was managing the Satin Kitty was it had been more successful than any of his clubs, so he wanted to let things run to see how everybody worked.

"Mind you," he said, "if there is something this club is doing that the others aren't and it increases profits, I'll have no qualms about ordering it to be done at the other clubs," he told Dan, making it clear who ultimately was the boss.

Absently he looked on the stage where Mary was starting her set, spinning on the pole to The Killers' 'When You Were Young.' Watching her, he recognized several of Jen's moves, knowing she must have taught them to her friend as he thought about his fiancée, not paying attention to the stage.

Chuck saw broke his reverie when he saw the direction of his gaze and laughed, saying "She does have a nice set of tits on her, doesn't she," he asked, thankfully misinterpreting Dan's stare.

At least Dan could be truthful when he agreed with Chuck's assessment of Mary's attributes. Although he was true to Jen, he was a man and could appreciate a beautiful woman with a killer body. Jen and he had once talked about being at the club so much it was impossible to ignore her friends walking around and dancing naked; however, like her dancing and getting excited, they only had eyes for each other. He was in a perpetual 'look but don't touch' mode.

"Then you mind telling me why you didn't take me up on my offer last night?" the man next to him asked.

Dan looked at him questioningly, asking what he meant as Chuck said, "I told you you could use my office last night, so why didn't you take that hot piece of ass back there and fuck her until your balls dried up?" Chuck laughed. "Or are you interested in somebody else from the club?" he asked looking around at some of the other girls walking around the club. "I haven't had her yet, but she's definitely on my 'To Do' list," Chuck laughed. "From what I heard, all you did was sit here all night," he said.

Dan realized he had to think fast, not wanting to admit he only had eyes for his fiancée. Him and Chuck had always had different opinions on women, but the FBI had ordered him to attempt to 'fit in' with working for Chuck, so he had to force himself to behave and conform to Chuck's idea on how a man should act.

He had been doing that all his life. As children, his parents had told him to behave like Chuck. In high school, before Chuck had transferred, all he heard from other kids was how could Chuck be friends with him since they were nothing alike, and that he should be more like Chuck to be 'cool.' In college Dan had even felt the pressure from his fraternity seek Chuck's approval, even while Chuck stole every girl he had an interest in, bringing many of them back to the very rooms they shared and fucking them relentlessly before throwing them away like a used paper plate.

In answer to Chuck's question he shrugged, replying, "I just wanted to get to know her was all," he said.

Dan was taken aback as he and everybody around them looked at Chuck as the man burst out laughing. "Get to know her?" he exclaimed. "Jesus Christ 3D, you're not going to marry the bitch, just fuck her," he laughed. "She's a fucking stripper, you're not taking her home for your family's approval," he laughed, "fuck her and move on to another," he said still chuckling.

Then he quieted and looked at Dan intently as he said, "Wait a minute, you're engaged, aren't you? I remember you told mentioning that to me last week when we met up," he once again laughed out loudly. "Don't tell me, you're 'saving yourself' for marriage,' he chided, moving his fingers in the air like quotations as Dan felt his face redden from both embarrassment and anger.

Not only had him and Chuck had different views on how to treat women, but also anything else moral and ethical, marriage included.

"So who is this woman who has apparently castrated you from ever behaving like a man again?" Chuck laughed mockingly.

And that was when Dan lashed out, punching Chuck so hard, teeth flew out of his mouth as blood splattered all the way to the stage.

Or at least it was the image he had in his head, one he had thought about thousands of times over the years as Chuck continuously questioned or mad fun of Dan's manhood. Once again he was reliving those days, thought to be long gone, sitting there meekly as Chuck repeatedly told him how less of a man he was for not having Chuck's own ideals on the world.

In defense he state, "You don't know her," immediately regretting the statement.

"Well, obviously not, but I've yet to meet a woman that would ever cause me to deny what is built into our very own genes," Chuck laughed. "So when am I going to meet this Madonna of women. You know the best man should at least get to know the bride beforehand," he said with a wink. "You always did have a knack for finding some lookers," he grinned.

Dan gritted his teeth at Chuck's statement. Of course the man would think he was the best man. In his mind he was the brother Dan never had, his best friend, partners until the end. Yet all he did was demean Dan over and over. How could the man not know he was treating him like shit, he wondered?

In fact, Dan was not convinced if he was engaged to somebody other than Jen and Chuck met her, that Chuck would think nothing of trying to sleep with her!

Dan's attention was drawn back to the man as he said, "So have you set a date for the wedding yet? If you need money, I can give you whatever you need, or if you feel bad about taking money, how about I spot you a loan at the least," he told him, "although I would never ask you to pay it back," he smiled.

And there it was, the one small glimpse of light Dan rarely observed over the years revealing something decent within Chuck. Willing to offer the amount of money to somebody without paying them back for a wedding, which even if it were small, would be thousands of dollars, was what he wished Chuck would be like all the time.

But then the main side of him appeared.

"Never mind, I'm sure I'll meet the lovely bride-to-be sometime," he laughed, "But you better not wait too long, I may accidentally stray upon her and show her what a real man is like and ruin her for you," he laughed.

And then Dan was reminded of his college years, as Chuck had done the same thing back then, fucking every girl Dan had been interested in, any brief compassion he felt for the man dissipated.

"Anyways, back to the bird in the hand," Chuck said looking on stage, "or rather Kitten's bush," he chuckled, thinking his wordplay being clever.

Dan's attention was drawn back to Mary/Kitten finishing up her set, her now bared breasts swaying wildly as she danced seductively to Motley Crue's 'Girls, Girls, Girls.'

"Trust me on this 3D," Chuck continued, "any girl that moves like that on the stage is worth slamming your cock into," he said crudely. "Or don't you think she would agree?" Chuck asked.

Dan shrugged. Although he could not deny Mary was a beautiful and hot woman, his heart had always been set on Jen and he had never thought of Mary or any of the girls at the club as more than her friends, appreciating their beauty, but not interested in betraying Jen's trust.

Chuck laughed again. "Dan," the man said, getting his attention more for using his actual name than any interest in what he was about to say, "there is not one bitch I've yet to meet that wouldn't spread their legs to have a real man inside them," he said. "Not Kitten up there on the stage moving like a wanton slut, not your pretty little mystery fiancée, nobody. Hell, even Diamond who you also seem to have an eye for willingly drops to her knees and sucks whatever cock I tell her to," he laughed, "and she claims to be engaged too!" he guffawed loudly, once again drawing attention to them in the club.

Dan was not surprised at Chuck's statement or his beliefs. The man truly had a way of demeaning every woman alive.

Seeing Dan's expression and misconstruing it as disbelief he said, "It's true. Hell, last week she sucked off that cop without any hesitation, and just this weekend she gave Tim a nice congratulatory throat fuck for his new managerial position," his nemesis laughed once again.

Dan bit his tongue to hold back his anger and not say something he would regret, but in his mind he was in turmoil. Was it true, he wondered? Jen had confessed—in tears—about what had happened between her and the cop—who actually had turned out to be an FBI agent. In fact, the same agent had apologized to Dan, explaining how he had to keep his cover.

But then that same FBI agent had fucked his fiancée right before him. Although Dan was willing to believe there was good cause to make sure both Jen and Dan were on board with the role she was to play, Dan knew the man had enjoyed himself above and beyond the 'call of duty.'

If it was true about what Chuck was saying about Tim, then Jen probably had no other choice. He was slowly coming to grips that his fiancée was now the DSA Spokesmodel, which was the equivalent of the top porn actress for the company. That she would end up having sex with other men was inevitable and something they both had to come to terms with. Both her and him had talked for hours about it the night the FBI separated them, both needing the validation they were doing the right thing; however, alone in a club with nobody but Chuck's chauvinistic attitudes surrounding him, he was once again doubting whether they were on the right path.

"I'll tell you what," Chuck said. "If you think Kitten's unwilling to put out for you, I'll smooth the waters for you. In fact, I'll have her climbing your pole all night," he laughed, waving towards John the bartender.

Dan wondered what he meant when suddenly Chuck turned around and said, "Ah, here's our pussy now."

Dan looked up to see Mary coming towards them as Chuck talked to John, apparently ordering drinks.

He was momentarily shocked when Mary sat on his lap, until he remembered Chuck's statement of her being 'his special girl' as he put his arm around her to steady her, keenly aware of his hand sliding across her bare waist.

As Mary settled onto his lap Dan looked up to see John glaring at him, anger obvious in his eyes. Dan wanted to say something to the man to reassure him, but could not with Chuck present. He realized Mary must not have talked to him yet about what was going on, and that Dan had no intentions of betraying their friendship.

"Go on Johnathon, get our drinks," Chuck ordered, seeing the man still standing there.

With one last glower John turned and made his way back to the bar, returning shortly with three drinks.

Chuck passed the glasses out, handing the first to Mary, then giving Dan his and taking his own. "John, I shouldn't have to say this, but please keep the drinks coming," he said in dismissal of the bartender, who looked bitterly once more at Dan before leaving. Chuck then turned his attention to Mary and Dan, asking, "So Kitten, is everybody missing Diamond? Seems like she's the glue that keeps you all together," he said taking a sip of his drink, "and she's now been gone for two days."

"Actually she sent out an e-mail to everybody today," the woman answered, both Dan and Chuck looking at her unexpectedly at her statement. "It was a letter to all the girls at all the clubs introducing herself, telling us to let her know if there was anything she could help out with, that sort of thing," she replied.

"Really?" Chuck said in surprise. "I wouldn't have thought she would take her position so seriously," he said intrigued.

"Position?" Dan asked, wondering what Chuck was thinking.

"Yes, Diamond's official position within the company is Vice President of Ecdysiast Services," he said. Upon seeing both Dan and Kitten's blank stare he laughed, "That's VP of Strippers, it's a fancy big word for exotic dancer, although I wouldn't recommend you put it on your business card," Chuck teased Mary, "nobody is hiring you for your use of the English language," he laughed.

Dan felt Mary's hand tighten upon his shoulder and patted her hip in consolation as she drank her drink in one gulp, keeping her thoughts of Chuck to herself.

At that moment John showed up with the second round of drink, glaring at Dan who realized the man had seen him pat Mary on the ass! And once again he could not say anything as the man set the drinks down roughly onto the table, glaring at Dan the entire time before he walked away.

Chuck handed Mary her drink as Dan still sipped his first.

"Anyways," Chuck continued, "Diamond's job description states she is the liaison between all the dancers for the company and the company itself. Her contract outlines how she is the main 'go-to-girl' for any problems, whether they be work, ethical, or HR related. She is supposedly the voice of the working girls to the company. Again, it is all in her contract and job description, but I never imagined she would take an active interest in it," he said. Then with a grin, he added, "Particularly since she's been somewhat reluctant towards her other duties, but maybe that has changed too," he said still smiling.

This time it was Dan's grip upon Mary that tightened, as he too took a large swallow of his drink to keep his mouth shut. Mary leaned into him a bit more, her breasts pressing against his chest as Chuck once again turned the conversation back towards what he looks for in a club, telling Dan what he desired for his new position. He completely dismissed Mary's presence, as if she were now beneath his interest as his attention solely refocused upon Dan.

John came by twice more with drink refills, although Mary was the only one keeping up with the bartender's deliveries, Dan seeming to be one drink behind the bartender's schedule. Chuck did most of the talking, while Mary had repositioned herself more comfortably into Dan's lap, melding her body with his.

Mary's closeness made him uncomfortably, particularly whenever John looked at them, and he once again wished he could have two minutes alone with the man to tell him there was nothing going on.

Looking on the stage, Dan saw Crystal—another one of Jen's close friends—begin her set, the first song starting and her body moving seductively as Brittney Spears began singing 'Baby One More Time.' He watched her dance to her set when suddenly he jerked upright in his seat as Mary's hand slid into his crotch, her hand giving his package a squeeze!

Chuck's chuckle caused him to look over to him as his rival winked at him, "See, told you I knew what girls wanted," he said. Turning his attention to the woman in his lap, he said softly, "Kitten? Kitten sweetie, do you want Dan to take you in the back and make you purr?" he said in a low voice.

Mary again gave Dan's crotch a squeeze as she leaned into him. He once against was startled as she ran her tongue up the side of his neck, gently biting ear lobe before saying to both of them, "Mmm, yes, there's a pussy that needs to be stroked," she said in a seductive voice.

Dan could not believe his ears as he saw Chuck laugh silently. "Honey, why don't you take him to my office like a good girl?" he said.

To Dan's astonishment Mary slid off his lap and stood, a little unsteadily after four drinks, and pulled Dan's hand until he stood up. Without another word she turned and led him to the door marked 'Employees Only.'

Dan turned back as Mary pulled him through the doorway, and as the door closed behind him the last thing he saw was John at the bar, his lips pursed together as he glared at him.

The hallway was familiar—Dan having been there many times—and Mary pulled him past the Security Room and entrance to the girls' dressing room to the end of the hall where he knew the office was.

Without a word she opened the door and pulled him into the room.

Jen had told him Chuck had redecorated the place, but she had not gone into details, and Dan was amazed as he looked around the room. Previously the office had been practically a store room with a heavy 1950's metal desk and chair, an old file cabinet, and an oscillating fan as old as the furniture.

Now it was befitting the office of a strip club manager, with deep purple wallpaper and a dark plush carpet. To the right was a small stage and stripper's pole, and alongside the wall was a long upholstered lounge chair in white. All around the room were multiple plasma screen televisions, but what dominated the room was the large dark wood executive desk.