Attempt at Erasure

Vincent picked up the phone on the fourth ring. “What do you want, man?” Then his voice went down to a whisper, “I’m about to get my dick wet.”

“Nothing, man. Go. I’ll talk to you later.” There was a beep as the phone call disconnected. “Hey Siri, call Greyson.” I was really hoping Vincent had been up for going out. I needed to blow off some serious steam after the night’s events. But, Greyson was probably the better choice, anyway. He was almost just as rowdy as Vincent, but usually kept himself out of trouble. He was like the beta to Vincent’s alpha.

“Ryo, what’s up?” Came the pick up from the other end of the call.

“I need to go raise a little hell. You up for it?” I responded.

“Always. I thought you were working tonight?” He queried.

“Long story. I’ll tell you about it when I get there. Be there in ten.”

“Sounds good.” and he hung up the phone.

The ten minute drive seemed to fly by in a minute. With everything on my mind, I was there in no time. I stepped out of the car, locked it up, and walked up to Greyson’s third floor apartment. It took him a couple minutes to answer the door. When he did, he was dripping wet. “You fall in?” I harassed.

“Very funny.” He replied. “I figured, if we’re going out, I’d ought to smell better than the car I’ve been working on.”

He had been trying to restore this 1975 Chevy Corvette for about two years. The problem was, when he got the car, it was completely totalled and it needed a whole new front end: body, frame, and engine included.

“You know, one of these years you’re going to finish that fucker and let me take it for a ride.” I needled him.

“You ain’t laying a finger on that car!” His refute was quick and I laughed.

“Finish getting ready. I’ll call an Uber.” I waved him back into his room and dialed up a car. There was no way I was driving tonight. I needed to throw back a few. I had just walked out on my job and became a stalker all in one night. Yup, I definitely needed an attitude adjustment.

About a half an hour later, we were walking into the local strip club that Greyson had talked me into going to. When I had told him about driving past Raisa’s house, he had decided that the strip club was the best destination for us. Not to mention there was a chic there that he had been banging recently, so any excuse and all.

We found a booth with a view of the females putting on a show and when the cocktail waitress approached the table, Greyson ordered up a couple of Kamikaze shots for each of us.

“So, that’s how it’s going to be?” I asked him.

“Shit, yeah! Dude, you’ve been stalking some chic you met once in a bar. We need to nip that in the bud. What’s up with that, anyway?” He sat back in the booth and waited for an explanation.

I shook my head, trying to figure out how to explain it to Greyson. Truth was, I wasn’t quite sure. I just had this overpowering need to know she was okay. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell him that. He wouldn’t get it. I opened my mouth around some kind of excuse when his female walked up and slid herself into Greyson’s lap.

“You know I get in trouble every time you show up here?” She said as her finger wound its way down his chest to his waistband. “Why do you want to keep getting me in trouble?”

“Hey, your boss shouldn’t get upset. I spend good money in here,” he looked her up and down, “for things I could get at home for free.” He flashed her a grin and pinched her ass. “Besides, Ryo here,” as he waved a hand in my direction, “needs a female for himself. Who’d you recommend, sweets?”

It was her turn to look me up and down. “Oh, I have the perfect friend for you.” She said and was up and off before I could refuse.

“Dude! Really? That’s not what I’m here for.” I said turning to Greyson.

“And what else would you come to a strip club for? The food?” He shot back.

I grabbed one of the shots on the table and tossed it back. Fuck! Maybe a lapdance was what I needed? Get my mind off the female I couldn’t seem to shake. I mean, Greyson was right. I’d met her once, in a bar. I hadn’t even spoken to her since. At this point, she was just this random female that I had created a whole personality for in my head. I really needed to do something to get her out of my head.

That’s when a tall blonde walked up with Greyson’s female and immediately made her way over to me. She was perfect. She looked nothing like Raisa.

Greyson slid two one hundred dollar bills across the table to me. “My treat, my man.” Then he turned back to his female.

Taking the two bills off the table, I turned toward the blonde and gently deposited them into the string of her thong.

She flashed me a brilliant smile and reached down for my hand. Entwining my fingers with hers, I let her lead me off to a secluded room in the back corner of the club. As she pushed me back on the couch, she stepped away to shimmy herself up the pole. She spent one song dancing against the pole, before switching it up and coming back over to me. Rules were, the patrons weren’t allowed to touch the females, but the females were allowed to touch all they wanted, as long as they didn’t go after the family jewels. This female ignored those rules. She started off following them, running through the routine dance moves, that was until she sat down in my lap. It was then that she reached around, grabbed my hands, placed them right on her bare double d’s, and ground her ass into my cock. It felt so good that my head rolled back and my eyes closed… for about half a second before Raisa’s sweet face appeared in my thoughts. Fuck! My eyes flew open and I was once again looking at this tall, lean, blonde whose ass was rubbing up against my cock. I began to knead her tits with my hands and she ground up against my pants even harder. But, it was no use. Raisa’s features were ingrained on my retinas and I quickly lost interest in the blonde in my lap. My hands slid down to my side and she finished the dance, half-heartedly. We both stood and without any words she went back to work and I went back to the booth where Greyson and his female were still sitting.

“I’m out. Thanks for the night, brother.” I said to him.

He quickly stood, “Hold up. You sure? I can get you another one?”

I shook my head quickly, “No. I’m good. Thanks. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I gave him a quick pat on the back and walked to the door, grabbing the first cab I saw at the curb.