Chapter Three

CHAPTER 3

Henry

I 'd seen Felicia long before she saw me. I had come to the club about two hours earlier to meet with a business associate of mine, who owned a partial stake in the club. In return for his investment, the club gave him a good place to conduct business where the police would find it hard to set up wiretaps or surveillance, and a decent return on his investment. After the meeting, I found three women who wanted to have some fun, typical club girls, but nothing too shabby. It actually was a pretty good club

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She carried herself like a woman who was still a bit unsure of her own attractiveness. Five-seven before her three inch heels, with a nice figure, but she hid it with a looseness to her blouse that was supposed to be sexy, but actually disguised the curviness of her body. I had almost dismissed her from my mind when I saw her peel off from her two girlfriends to come upstairs. Most of the third wheels I've seen in this club either end up getting themselves shitfaced, or just turn into some fratboy's slampig, neither of which I find sexy in the least.

This girl, though, looked like she had her head pretty well screwed on,other than her self-image. She wasn't downing alcohol for false courage, and she wasn't clinging to anybody who'd give her attention. I decided she was worth my time, and a hell of a lot more interesting than Sarah, Sunny, and whatever the other girl's name was.

"All right you three, go have some fun or something. I've got something to do," I said, disentangling them from my arms.

What's-her-name had been pressing her newly enhanced breasts into my side, and gave me a pout. I rolled my eyes and looked at her. "Baby, you head downstairs and you'll have all the cock you want in about two minutes looking the way you do."

I hadn't meant it as a compliment, she was a dumb slut, but she took it that way anyway, and smiled. She pulled a business card out  of all things out of the edge of her bra and handed it to me.

"Call me some time, sugar?"

I glanced at it, and noted that her name was Suzy , and she was a legal secretary. I momentarily wondered if she was sucking her attorney boss' cock or not. Then again, maybe her boss was a woman, and she could have been munching on a rug. Either way, she didn't look or act smart enough to be worthwhile to any business outside of a strip club.

"Sure baby," I said, pretending to tuck the card into my pocket while secretly palming it. No way was I going to call her.

"But go have fun for now."

Before the three could say anything, I disappeared into the crowd, working my way around in a large circle. The upper floor of the club is laid out in a large ring shape, with three staircases leading to the main floor.

The VIP rooms are along the back wall, closest to my business associate's office, and I made my way past them, where the five bodyguards gave me a respectful berth. I kept my eyes on the tall woman and worked around until I was ready for her to notice . My estimation of her increased when she noticed me more quickly than I had anticipated.

After introducing myself, we fell into easy conversation. Felicia was smart and funny, although I quickly could tell that she was overly self conscious about her appearance. Looking at the way she constantly did her best to twist her waist or hide her stomach, I assumed she was one of those girls who had lost a lot of weight, probably within the past three or four years. In any case, she was in my opinion sexy as hell.

"Listen, would you like to dance?" she asked me all of a sudden, biting her lip not in that intentional I'm trying to be sexy way, but instead as an unconscious expression of her want for me, and her own self doubt.

I hadn't come to dance, especially not to the music that was playing tonight, so I tried my best to decline politely.

"Oh," she said, only slightly dejected. She wanted to continue on with our conversation, but she didn't know what to do next. We were in a club, after all.

I decided to take her out of her misery. “I don’t particularly like this music. How about we get a VIP room, where we can control what we listen to? It'll be quieter."

Felicia gave me a sideways glance. "You must think I'm the sort of girl who does things in clubs often.

I threw back my head and laughed, honestly amused. "Felicia , that was the farthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to talk more and get to know you. Besides, like Chris Rock said, there's no sex in the champagne room."

Felicia returned my laughter, her tension now broken. I could tell by the way she carried herself that she wanted me, but she also wasn't the type of girl who slept with a man on the first night.

Me

"Okay. First, let me check on my friends. I don't need a guilt trip from them if they're looking for me."

"That's fine. I'm going to get something from the bar. Would you like something?"

Felicia

I THOUGHT about Henry’s offer for a moment, then smiled. "One drink only, but nothing strong. I have an early shift at the ER tomorrow, and I can't afford to be hung over."

I had expected Henry to be resistant to the idea. Most men, when they offer me a drink, are looking for one thing. Most of them are upset when they realize that I'm not an easy lay. Henry took it in stride, his confident smile growing. I seemed to have gone up a notch in his eyes.

"That's fine. How about a special mimosa?"

I don't know if Henry was lucky or just really observant, but he picked the one drink that I enjoy most. "What's so special about them?"

"I know it's going to sound weird, but the bar here has a special mimosa that mixes the orange juice part with another blend of juices. I like it, it has a bit more oomph to it taste wise than a normal mimosa."

I thought about it and nodded. "Sounds great. Meet you by the bar in a few minutes?"

Henry nodded and stood up, offering me his hand. When he helped me to my feet, I could feel his hand resting on my upper arm, his slightly callused hands sending tingles through my skin.

His dark eyes looked into mine, and I could feel my heart speeding up another notch. "I'll have your drink ready," he said calmly.

Instead of escorting me to the stairs, he turned and almost melted through the crowd, leaving me to make my own way down to the floor. As I walked, I thought about him.

I'm not the sort of woman who sleeps with a guy on the first meeting, but there was something about Henry that made me want to open up to him, to beg him to take me back to his place. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but admittedly, it felt perversely amazing.

It didn't take me long to find Sassy and Jerey . They were at one of the tables surrounding the dance floor with two guys. "Hey l , how's it going?"

"Ah, we're doing greaaat!" Sassy said, giving me a drunken giggle. She was already at least tipsy, if not fully drunk. "This is..... what's your name again?"

"John," the beefcake next to her said. He was a bit older than Sassy and I, probably getting close to thirty. He was fit, and I could tell he had money. Still, there was something about him that didn't do it for me, and I was confident that even a drunk Sassy could handle him. "How you doin'?"

Jesus, he sounded like a stereotypical refugee from the Jersey Shore. How'd he get to our town?

"Sassy , can I talk for a second?"

"Sure," she giggled, wiggling out of the booth. I had to give John credit, he didn't look too worried about it, although the way his eyes were fixed on Sassy ass was something I didn't appreciate. Once we were a few feet away, she looked at me.

“What's up?"

Sassy’s lack of drunken slur in her voice made me do a momentary double take. "Are you doing okay?" I asked, looking into her eyes.

"I'm fine," she said, leaning in. "I'm just planning on cockteasing this guy for a while. Decent dancer, but not good enough for me."

I smiled and looked at her again. "Okay. So you're just acting a bit with him. Look.... I kind of met a guy upstairs. Are you good at getting home by yourself if you need to?"

She smiled and squeezed my hands in glee. "Good. It's been too long for you. Go have some fun, and I hope it works out for you."

I was touched by the fact that not only did Sassy care enough about me to encourage me to have some fun, but also respected me enough to trust my judgment.

"Thanks,Sassy . You and Jerry take care of yourselves. Stay safe."

"You know me, babe. Have fun."

I left Sassy, who twirled and giggled again in her 'drunken' state, her red hair whipping around to go back to the table. I found Henry by the bar, a special mimosa in his hand. "Here you are," he said.

"My drink will be delivered to the room in a few minutes. Shall we?"

I could barely control my breathing as I walked up the stairs to the second floor, and I could feel Henry’s eyes look me over, especially my legs. I'm proud of them, they're well toned, but this time I felt nervous.

He was a very sexy man with a silent confidence that I found seductive, and my mind kept thinking about him and his hands, running over my legs, cupping my ass. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts before goosebumps broke out on my skin.

trying to clear my thoughts before goosebumps broke out on my skin.