- Loving Wives
- My Belle
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"Not the way I wanted you to hear it, thanks Lou," she shot him a mock withering glance to which he raised his hands in mock surrender. "But of course I do, dumbo!"
I just sat, struck dumb.
"Say it!" called Tracy.
I looked up at Chelle, she was so beautiful. She looked less tired, she smiled expectanly at me.
"i love you too. Oh God I love you!"
Michelle practically leaped into my arms. I caught her, held her, kissed her. I loved her.
"Awwwwwww!" gushed Tracy. Even the two man mountains got misty eyed.
"Ok, enough already. I might puke" this was from Lou but the big shit eating grin on his face made him a liar.
"You look after that girl, kid, you hear me? We are really going to miss her round here next month. Chelle really is special."
Michelle let go of me and gave Lou a big hug, kissing his cheek.
"Whats happening next month?" I asked.
"Oh, I am quitting my job here" Michelle moved back to me, slipping her arm in mine. "And no, dumbo. Not for you. I have my finals coming up and I really need to concentrate. I had a great time here but now I need to get serious. And...ok...maybe a tiny bit for you."
We went back to her place and we made love that night. We made sweet, passionate, tender , wonderful love. I did NOT slip easily into my Michelle.
Oh, and that night she stopped me going down on her? She had danced and danced under the hot lights. She was sweaty, she flet unclean. She didnt want me to think badly of her.
I saw Michelle dance at the club one night. It still felt wrong but I saw just how protected that girl was. Any time anyone even looked like they were going to touch, Gus or Tony or one or two others punced on them. Nobody touched Michelle. And her dance? I have never seen anything so sexy in all my life.
Three years later, Michelle still does private dances, only now she offers a whole lot of extras. Of course, her only customer is me, her devoted husband.
- COMMENTS
mfbridgesabout 1 hour agoHmmm, if they think so highly of her. Would they lie for her? Extra's aren't usually taxes, especially for someone I'm assuming is untrained in business taxes. And I agree with Mike below as well.
miket04228 months agoA whole lot less typos would have improved this story a lot.
Michelle is pretty much an idiot. She starts their relationship off by vaguely stating she works in a bar and when Charley catches her she admits she hoped he would never come into the strip club so he would never know.
After Charley knows, she knows he has a hard time accepting what she's doing but, she doesn't see the need to tell him what extras she doing to earn extra $ and it does dawn in her what he might think when she won't let him go down on her?
It's nice that the author wrote a happy ending but, with these set of circumstances I can only see a happy ending occurring in a fictional story.
Aethuralmost 2 years agoThe only real problem is that (other than needing an editor) is that the story was set up to make even the readers think Michelle was hooking. You want him to fall for a stripper, even one that works at a seedy place that sells sex? Fine. Don't deliberately set up the story to make it seem like the girl is hooking through innuendo, out of context words (like the denied oral sex scene), or other means. The ending was very ham-fisted. "All my girls are whores, but not Chelle! She's special. She does my taxes!"
...Really?
4*
Anonymousabout 2 years agoI knew a "Dancer" when I was in Uni. She had a day job that paid extremely well, and worked Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights at a club. I met her while she was out for a drink after work at another bar, and she actually picked me up. She was an absolutely amazing woman, but I could never get the idea out of my head that she was doing more than dancing, especially after her taking me home with her the night I met her. We had a fun time for a few weeks but I couldn't shake the feeling. It wasn't until we talked after I ended things that I learned that she high paying legit job. Her entire part-time career as a "dancer" was paying off the mortgage on her house. It was her goal to own her house outright and have a "nest egg/dowry" so she could get married and be a stay at home mother without the worry of financial issues causing marital problems. Honestly, I consider my distrust of her one the greatest "learning lessons" of my life, because while we remained friendly, she never gave me a chance to make it up to her. As for her spur of the moment "taking me home", it came down to a unique explanation. When she and her co-workers came into the bar, every guy in the bar paid attention to them and treated them like "strippers". I had ignored her and her co-workers, even when they had flirted with me. She knew I had been drinking, and while I was polite and courteous, I just seemed more engrossed in my own amusement than them. That was actually the "character trait" that attracted her. There was an attractive guy who should be trying to get laid, but just didn't seem to care about getting laid, and it wasn't until she stopped flirting and talked about an interesting subject that I actually paid attention to her.
Nicely done. Some grammatical errors as others said, but a predictable twist on a formulaic story.
