“Can we go yet?” She looked across the table and rolled her eyes, as she watched The ex girlfriend covered in gyrating muscle and sweat. I will never understand her obsession with the male dancers.
“Yeah, just give me like 15 more minutes.” The ex girlfriend answered, as the man climbed off of her. She rose from her seat and headed over to the other side of the table after she had glanced over and noticed her counterparts pouting face. Sitting down next to her, she grabbed her by the hair, pulled her close, bit her ear, and then whispered, “Just a little while longer, I promise, ok baby?”
Yeah right, Ive heard that before. Fuck, Im bored, I need a drink.
You said you werent drinking when we go out anymore, remember?
Yeah, ok, youre right, I drink to fucking much, but Im so fucking bored. I need something to entertain myself with.
“Alright, the dancers are going to take a short break. I want to invite all of you ladies out onto the dance floor” The voice of the DJ bellowed through the room.
Perfect, watching the customers act like they think they know how to be strippers is always good for a few laughs.
She sat and watched and giggled at the drunken women, as they indulged in their fantasies of doing what they never could, of working as a dancer, imaging all eyes on them. She tried her best to ignore her girl, sitting just a few feet away, again draped in men. And then she spotted her. The nurse. It was Halloween, and the patrons were encouraged to show up in costume, hers a short white nurses dress that barely covered her ass, and matching stripper boots. She was petite, blonde. She wasnt usually into blondes, but this one was a bombshell. Her gaze became fixed, she couldnt help it, she was entranced by this beautiful creature in white, as she danced on the pole, in a somewhat clumsy, but endearing way. Her head began to fill with thoughts, with fantasies of all the things that she would like to do with her, to her. The nurse noticed her watching and started to come over.
Shit, I hope I didnt offend her.
You arent actually going to talk to her are you? You dont think you actually have a chance do you? She probably thinks youre some perv. Walk away, hide, do it now.
Oh my god, thanks, now I cant breathe.
“Hi, do you wanna come dance with me?”
Is she really talking to me? Thanks, now I cant think Straight. “Sure.”
She grabbed the nurses hand and made her way out onto the dance floor. “Dont worry, Im not like a lesbian or something.” the nurse said, nervously looking down at the floor.
“Well, I kind of am,” She replied, sounding equally as nervous, “you are so beautiful.”
What are you doing? Youre making a fool of us. This is not appropriate. You are not good enough for her. Youre going to screw it up. Go sit back down before she realizes how inadequate you are.
“Im sorry, I havent been drinking, I dont think I can dance when Im not drunk” What the fuck? Thanks a lot. I knew I should have gotten drunk, then I wouldnt be able to hear you. Why do you always do this?
“Thas ok, Im probably drunk enough for the both of us,” The nurse replied, “can I come sit with you?”
“Of course you can, darlin’”
She sat and they talked. The nurse tried again to get her to dance, but the voice was too loud. She tried to talk The nurse into coming back to the club during the week, to work. She knew she would be intoxicated then, and the voice wouldnt get in her way.
“Gypee, come on, Im ready to go.” The ex girlfriend snapped sharply with a look of jealousy in her eyes.
Fuck, I blew it.
Told you that you would.
With that she left, never to see The nurse again.