A PERFECT WORLD
By Trent Wolf
Chapter Eleven: The Cheetah Club
Eric played a few relaxing rounds of golf until sundown at the spectacular Stone Valley Country Club, followed by a rich, filling meal of prime rib in the Club’s five star dining room. After a few drinks, Eric was primed and ready for a night on the town. He was planning on seeing his ex-girlfriend, Paula the next day, and he looked at this evening as a sort of a lone bachelor party before their impending reunion.
He decided to check out one of his favorite old haunts, The Cheetah Club, a strip bar located in a remote area of Las Vegas. It wasn’t a place where the tourists went, and only the locals in the know knew what a special place it really was. There was particular dancer there that he was eager to see.
There was a line out the front door, but Eric strolled up the doorman, tapped him and strolled right on in to the dismay of the others in line waiting impatiently. Once inside the cavernous dark and smoky club, he asked one of the hot waitresses to find him a nice table, and then tipped her generously.
He didn’t know if Chloe was even still dancing here. She was a tall platinum blonde with a killer pair of legs and an ass that melted butter. Every man in the place wanted her and she knew it. Chloe was very full of herself and she was the only dancer who refused to do lap or table dances for the slobbering men, no matter how much they offered. She loved to shoot down any poor slob that dared approach her.
The last time he was here with some friends, Eric got loaded and made the big mistake of touching Chloe. She went berserk and had one of the bouncers throw him and his friends out of the club.
The waitress brought him his drink, and as he tipped her, he looked past the sweet young waitress when something caught his eye. A blonde head was crossing on the other side of the room. His heart jumped. It was Chloe, and she was heading in his direction towards the stairs leading up to a private VIP lounge. She looked like she was smuggling two big balloons under her sequined minidress, and strutted around on clear acrylic, open toe high heel platforms. Around her neck was a dazzling necklace with earrings and bracelets to match. She looked exactly the same as she did six years ago the last time Eric was in The Cheetah Club. Big blue eyes, nice cheekbones, a cute nose, and a coat of frosty white lipstick on her pouty lips. In a few moments she would pass his table and all he had to do was make eye contact with her. When she was close enough, he stared at her.
Chloe felt something odd pull at her, and she glanced at Eric for only a second, and that was all it took. Eric tapped her just enough to get her attention. She walked past; fully intending to ignore him and move on, but something compelled her to pause, stop, and slowly turn around.
Chloe then stepped up to Eric’s table and looked at him with a slightly puzzled look. She furrowed an eyebrow and asked, “Do I know you?”
“I’ve been here before. You probably don’t remember me.”
“Hi, I’m Chloe.” She said. This was strange and new to her. She never made it a point to introduce herself or even make conversation with customers, unless they were tipping her onstage and even then she barely acknowledged them. They were only a source of income, and they were there to bask and worship in her awesome presence. That’s how it worked in her world. But this guy was different. She felt strangely compelled to talk to him and get to know him.
“Do you mind if I join you?” She asked with a smile. “What’s your name?
“Sure. I’m Eric.”
Chloe sat down next to Eric and sidled up to him in the cozy booth.
“Buy me a drink?”
“No.” Eric said evenly.
Chloe was stunned. Did he just say ‘no’? That was so rude. What was the deal with this guy? He was cocky…and even…handsome. She didn’t exactly know why, but his cockiness sort of turned her on.
“Why not?” Chloe asked demurely. “Don’t you like me?”
“You’re okay.” Eric said as he looked off toward the stage.
Chloe’s mouth fell open and she gave out a shocked, “Uh!”
He ignored her, but now Chloe was more determined than ever to get his attention.
“Do you live here or are you from out of town?”
“What’s it to you?” Eric said. Inside he was having the time of his life, but he never let it show for a second. It was strangely arousing having this hot piece of ass working to get to him while he played her off as if she were nothing special. He noticed a few envious men around the room staring in their direction, all wondering what his secret was.
“I’m just curious.” Chloe said. “I’d like to get to know you.”
“What you really want to know is if I have money.” Eric said. “That’s what most of you dancers are really into right?”
“Why are you being so mean to me?” Chloe pouted in a hurt voice. She made point of rubbing up seductively against him. “I just want to be friends. What did I ever do to you?”
“You had me throw out of here about six years ago. But you probably don’t remember.”
“I did? I don’t remember that. Honest. Lot’s of guys can’t keep their hands off me, and sometimes I have to tell the bouncers. Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Please let me make it up to you.” Chloe begged with pursed lips.
Eric played it cool and continued to watch the dancer on the stage.
“How about a special lap dance?” Chloe whispered in his ear. “Just for you.”
Eric looked off and replied, “Whatever.”
Chloe, still shocked by Eric’s blasé attitude, was more determined than ever to get to him. The more he ignored her, the more turned on she became. One way or another, she was going to win him over, no matter what. She wanted his attention so bad she could taste it.
She stood up in front of Eric to block his view of the stage, and peeled her slinky dress off slowly for maximum effect until her breasts bounced out. Once she was down to her t-back panties, she mounted the table in the booth and began an erotic display of classic stripper moves, using everything in her dancer’s arsenal to turn him on.
Meanwhile, Eric was doing everything in his power to remain cool. Her performance was definitely beginning to arouse him, but he struggled mightily to hide it.
When he still continued to act uninterested, Chloe got down off the table and straddled her long legs on either side of him. Then she began to work her creamy ass down on top of his lap, grinding erotically while she pressed her supple breasts on his chest.
“Do I turn you on, baby?” Chloe asked with a breathy voice.
“You’re okay.” Eric said as he stifled a yawn.
Chloe took that as a challenge. She was really getting charged up now, and she was just about ready to go down on him if he would only respond. She would show him just how sexy she could be. Nobody would get the best of her.
When she surreptitiously reached down between his legs to massage his crotch, Eric told her, “I thought the dancers weren’t allowed to touch the customers like this.”
“I’m the star in this club. I can do whatever I want.” Chloe boasted. “Do you like this?”
“I’d like it better if she was doing it.” Eric said as he nodded to the dancer on the stage.
Chloe spun her head around in a fit of jealousy and saw a dancer named Nomi strutting her stuff on the stage to the delight of the male crowd. She had a statuesque body with a small waist and nice ass. Her breasts were not large like most of the others, but at least they weren’t artificially enhanced. Her reddish blonde curls surrounded a face that that had a nasty look of pure sex. She had an expression that dared anyone to either fuck her or smack her. She was doing a hot routine where she used the pole as an over-sized phallus. She licked it and humped against it erotically, and then leaned back against it to slip her hand in her g-string to pretend she was pleasuring herself. The crowd was eating it up.
Chloe couldn’t stand her. The young upstart was getting too popular lately, and was taking some of the attention away from her. That was a big mistake. She wouldn’t be the first or the last dancer Chloe would run off. This was her territory and she was the star.
“Nomi? That little slut couldn’t hold a candle to me.” Chloe said vehemently as she fought hard to keep Eric’s attention by rubbing his crotch more vigorously.
Eric ignored her comment, and then looked straight in Chloe’s blue eyes, “You would do anything for me if I asked you to, wouldn’t you?”
Chloe’s heart leapt. Finally, he was coming around. She hadn’t lost her touch. Not that she ever doubted it for a second.
“Name it, baby.” Chloe cooed as she looked deep in his eyes. She wondered what he was going to ask. Did he want to take her home? Did he want to fuck her brains out? Did he want a blowjob? She would do whatever he asked and more.
“I want you to take this and give it to Nomi.” Eric said as he handed her a hundred-dollar bill. “Tell her to come over here when she gets off the stage. I want to meet her.”
Chloe froze as her mouth fell open in utter shock and dismay. She was at a total loss at what to say. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Eric! Please! Don’t… do this to me.” Chloe cried. “I really like you.”
“Listen to me good, you stuck up little….” Eric started. After he caught himself, he took a deep breath, cooled down and spoke to her gently. “After you give her my tip, you are going to get your little act together. From now on, you table and lap dance for anybody that wants one. Every night you pick the biggest nerd in the place and you give him what you just gave me, a nice hand job under the table. You talk to anyone that’s talks to you, and if some lucky bastard dares to ask you to have sex with him, you’ll say ‘yes,’ and then you’ll take him home and give him the best sex he’s ever had. You understand?”
Chloe stared at Eric with her eyes watering and finally nodded in agreement. Her dejected face was almost too pathetic for him and he almost burst out laughing.
Eric almost felt sorry for her, and he finally told her, “I’ll come in and check up on you from time to time, and if you’re a good little stripper, maybe the next time I’m in here, I’ll give you a another chance with me.”
“Really?” Chloe’s eyes lit up as she smiled girlishly like a teenager. “Oh, I promise, Eric.”
“Good, now do what I told you.”
Chloe jumped off Eric’s lap, slipped on her dress, and skipped up towards the stage to tip Nomi with Eric’s hundred-dollar bill. Nomi was surprised at first to see Chloe at the side of the stage waving the hundred like a lovesick fan. When she approached her, Chloe slipped the bill in her t-back and whispered in her ear as she pointed to Eric.
Nomi looked at Eric and grinned wickedly. From the time she saw him until the moment she finished her routine and approached his table, Nomi never took her eyes off him.
“Hello, there.” She said demurely as she placed her hands on his table and leaned close, keeping her body moving seductively to the music.
“Hi.” Eric said with a smile.
“You must have made quite an impression on Chloe. Thanks for the tip by the way. That was nice of you.” Nomi said. “So, you wanted to meet me?”
“Sit down.” Eric said.
“I’d like to, but I promised some guys I’d do a private table dance for them.” Nomi said.
Eric tapped her as he stared into her eyes. He noticed that they were two different colors and very large. Just looking at her face turned him on.
“I’d rather you joined me.” Eric said.
A subtle change of expression came over Nomi’s face. It went from sexy and demure, to puzzlement and then to a sudden piqued interest. It was amazing to watch and it never failed to amuse Eric. He knew she was going through a change in attitude towards him.
Nomi felt her body getting slightly warmer, the same way she felt when she was getting horny or about to have sex. She had no idea why she was feeling this all of a sudden, but when she looked at Eric, she felt a nice attraction to him. Nomi couldn’t believe that she could feel like this just by being near and talking to him. She barely knew this guy.
“Okay,” Nomi said as she slid up next to Eric in the booth. The lap dances that she had promised were a distant memory now. All she was concerned with now was the guy she was sitting next to.
They talked for a little while. Nomi told him that she was going to audition soon for a spectacularly successful casino show called “Goddess.” She was tired of working in this strip bar and was ready to live out her dream of being on the stage of a major Vegas show.
‘You and a few other thousand girls in this town.’ Eric thought to himself.
“Some of the dancers go on to bigger and better things from there.” Nomi explained.
“Interesting.” Eric said. He didn’t really give a rat’s ass about her dreams of being a star. All he wanted was to fuck her brains out. He began tapping again.
“Why don’t you get dressed so we can go out for a night on the town? I’m going to play some craps and poker and I need a good luck piece of ass. Then we’ll go up to my suite at the Empire, order room service and champagne, and then fuck until dawn.” Eric said.
Nomi looked at him with surprise as an erotic chill came over her. She was awestruck by his forwardness. Everything he said filled her with excitement. Her shift was far from over, but at that moment; she could have cared less. All she wanted to do was be with Eric.
“Just give me five minutes.” Nomi told him with a sexy look on her face. She got up to go to the dressing room, while Eric left to get his car. He pulled the rumbling Lamborghini up to the front of the club as Nomi was coming out, wearing a revealing, tight black dress and pumps that she always kept on hand for just this sort of occasion. All the men in line watched with envy as the tall dancer climbed in the car and sped off into the night.
The End of Chapter Eleven.