“You will ride me and I will encourage you to talk dirty, I suppose?”
“No, I mean later. What will we do? What comes next?”
“Are we already having The Talk?”
“Isn’t that what the kids are doing these days?”
Cora laughed, “Yeah, how about we go out, grab something to eat, have fun. Or, stay in the apartment and have a movie night?”
“Yeah? Keep it simple?”
“Yeah. It’s settled, then. Popcorn and a film. At your place. We haven’t been there yet. You do have Netflix don’t you?” she asked with a grin. She was gratified when Paolo’s eyes lit up with mirth as he got the joke.
“Yeah. Tonight we Netflix and chill,” he said.
*****
The movie Cora picked was so illogical that Paolo constantly wanted to discuss the plot. Something called, ‘Set It Off’. He also discovered he did like popcorn and growled at Cora for just glancing at the savory treat. He ate it all by himself while Cora sipped her beer miserably and dutifully explained all of the puzzling references. It was a good date though. Paolo already had ideas for the next one. Camping in the woods in the Adirondacks and going fishing or maybe go jewelry shopping, whichever Cora preferred, Paolo was flexible. And very excited about spending time with Cora, right under her father’s nose. Finally, he would pay the man back for all his slights.
*****
“Sooo, the sex was bad but you like him? That’s what you’re saying? What’s wrong with this picture?” Fridah asked her the next day over coffee.
“It wasn’t all bad; just the first time we did it – it was just awkward. Sometimes that happens. Don’t tell me you’ve never had bad sex with some guy you really liked.”
“Well yeah I have but there’s always a reason. What was the reason that sex was bad?”
“I don’t know. I think we just weren’t connecting. Maybe I was a little afraid because of what happened with Travis. He’s the first guy I’ve really liked since that whole fiasco. And him…he was kind of distant. Disconnected. I don’t know how to describe it.”
“So…what now? Did you get over it already or are you intending to continue having bad sex?”
Cora chuckled, “Well, I don’t know. It got better in the morning. I really think it was just maybe self-consciousness or nerves.”
“Yeah okay. You know you could bring him by to the club and I could show you guys some moves.”
Cora laughed, “And how am I going to manage that huh?” she turned her chair, miming talking to Paolo, “Hey Paolo, would you like to come with me on a date to the strip club so my roommate can show us what we’re doing wrong in bed?”
Fridah rolled her eyes, “See this is your problem. You wanna be all up front with everyone. Just be the coolest girlfriend ever and ‘treat’ him to a night at the strip club.”
“Umm, we’re not really labeling what we are yet.”
“Yeah, all the better. Bet after you take him to the strip club he’s gonna be ready to commit.”
Cora laughed, “Yeah, but maybe I won’t.”
“Sure babe. Of course you won’t.”
*****
Fridah Byers was not just a dancer. She was the pure embodiment of dancing.
She was the heaviest, the shiniest and the most precious diamond in Leroy’s possession and as she gracefully walked onto center stage – as Misty Galore -, Fridah could feel all the glances consuming her golden skin with their eyes. She could see men licking their lips, eyes widening in pure lust and desire.
And she knew what she had to do. She threw her head slightly to the side, offering up a better view of her neck and chest, sending some lascivious glances here and there. They began to sweat before she had even started performing.
Be a star. Be the star you are.
She leaned almost casually against the pole, one hand grabbing the iron, the other resting on her chest.
Nasty naughty boy by Christina Aguilera started playing as Fridah slid her hand under her shirt, closing her eyes in pure satisfaction at the crowd’s flustered screams.
Within less than a second, the crowd was fully aroused as Fridah swung herself up, using her toned thighs to support herself, before slowly sliding down again. She flashed a seductive smirk in every direction before her hand reach out to grab the pole and pull herself up, her chest touching the iron gently.
The club was steaming hot. The guests were fascinated by Misty Galore’s sensual movements, her seductive smirk, and her rolling hips. And as she slowly dipped down and opened one of the buttons, there was a collective gasp from the crowd which leaned forward, while cheering on the seductive diamond dancer.
They wanted more.
They wanted Misty Galore.
They wanted to caress every inch of her dazzling visage.
And Fridah could see this. She could feel it and so she left the pole, knelt down and crawled towards the crowd; lascivious and all hot, yet smooth and elegant like a cat.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi?
She chose a young man, handsome, hooked nose, olive complexion, haughty visage, sitting next to her roommate and looking uncomfortable like he didn’t know how he was supposed to react. She gripped said man’s tie and pulled him closer, while the fingers of her left hand ran along his arms, beginning from his fingertips up to his biceps, before teasing his neck. Fridah then pulled the man even closer and her legs encircled him in a hot embrace, her hips rolling delicately.
“Don’t you want to touch me?” Fridah said charmingly.
The man gulped and enveloped Fridah’s waist with his big hands.
“Good.” She hummed. “Open the last button.”
The man’s hand ran slowly up her sides and opened the button as he was told, making the other guests jealous. Then he brought his wallet out and shoved a hundred dollars down her skin tight shorts.
Fridah hummed delightful. “Thanks, honey.” She blinked and left.
And while she lessened the space between herself and the guy, she dropped her shirt almost accidentally. The crowd went wild, leaned forward and tried to touch her bare skin.
“Now give me a little spanking.” she sang along to Christina’s line and spun around, offering her sexy butt to the crowd encased in tight shorts. A random hand spanked her as she swayed her hips from side to side. Fridah milked the crowd like a pro, pocketing cash as she encouraged their horniness.