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Dedicated to R.A. Thanks for everything!
“See you in ten minutes,” Roxanne said, hanging up on Eric. She started to sift through the contents of her spacious closet, trying to find something suitable to wear on his motorcycle for a late, unexpected ride. She settled on her knee-high black boots, a black tank top and her new tight white jeans, knowing the overall effect would be impressive.
The loud roar of Eric’s bike startled her, and she peered out her upstairs window and saw him waiting. She grabbed her small purse– filled with essentials like an extra pair of panties, a few condoms and other miscellanea– and practically skipped down the stairs to meet him.
“Get on,” Eric said. “I have a surprise planned for us.”
A surprise? Eric wasn’t typically a spontaneous man, so Roxie wondered where he was taking her. Nonetheless, she smiled and accepted the second helmet, straddling the groaning, metallic blue bike, and wrapped her arms around Eric’s tight midsection. He revved the engine, making her twitch. She wasn’t exactly used to having a hunk of expensive, vibrating metal between her legs… but she loved it for the entire drive to the other side of town.
Eric was a fast driver and she clung to him precariously as he sped on through the night, reveling in the speed, the vibrations, the adrenaline, soaking up the heat of Eric’s body in front of her.
“Are you thirsty?” Eric screamed over the roar of the engine.
“Sure,” she called into his ear. She grabbed tighter onto his leather jacket as he turned the corner to a familiar place… a strip club called Trixxx where a girl she knew worked. It was unusual that Eric was bringing her here, but she didn’t feel uncomfortable in the least. She had been to her fair share of strip clubs and this was a more upscale place.
Eric parked the motorcycle and helped her off the seat. Roxie’s legs felt a bit wobbly for clenching her thighs around the vibrating machine the entire way. He opened the doors for her and led her into the dark cavernous place. There were black lights everywhere, making Roxie’s white jeans and Eric’s sleeveless shirt glow a bluish-purple.
He led them to some free seats near where one of the girls was dancing and set their helmets down on the table. “Does this bother you?” he queried, although Roxie figured that was a question best asked prior to entering the establishment.
“Not at all,” she responded truthfully, sitting back comfortably and crossing her long, trim legs at the knee. She watched Eric’s eyes rove over her stiletto boots, up her glowing pants and focusing on her small but pert breasts. The waitress, dressed in a skimpy miniskirt and skintight t-shirt bearing the Trixxx logo, came to take their drink orders.
“Are you buying?” Roxie asked Eric.
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