When the DJ announced that it was time for a bit of special entertainment, everyone returned to their tables. When all were seated, the room suddenly became completely dark. A large movie screen descended from the ceiling behind the dance floor. Soon the Kiss, Kiss video by Chris Brown and T-Pain appeared on the screen.
Simultaneously, several stripper poles ascended from the floor. A line of strippers came from an east side door. They headed towards the elevated dance floor/stage, bouncing and shaking their money-makers all the way.
The red and white cheerleading uniforms the strippers wore consisted of a wide strip of material across their breasts and another ruffled strip across their pelvic area. Their exposed backs bore the company logo of E-Blade’s new strip club.
The eyes of every man in the place became glued to the stage, anxious to see what the scanty clad women were going to do next. Millsap stared, picking out all the onions in the crowd. The thicker, the better.
Wincing, Cami snatched her gaze away from the stage. It pained her to even look at the strippers. They reminded her too much of her mother and some very, very unhappy childhood memories.
By the time the song Nasty Grind by Adina Howard came on, Cami had better control of herself and Millsap’s attention had switched from the strippers on the stage to the generals’ table like so many other attendees. They were all watching Aisha give Bonz the best lap dance he probably had ever had in his life.
Cami’s eyes soon followed in that direction, causing her to get upset again for a whole nother reason now.
“Man, Bonz is a lucky dude,” Millsap said, speaking to no one in particular now.
“Sho’ is,” Mike-Mike agreed. “I bet a C-note that Bonz takes her somewhere in the back and hits that hard in about ten minutes.”
“I give him five,” Millsap replied, taking that wager.
“I call only three,” a captain named Franco Hoffman said from the next table, getting in on that wager.
Franco won. It was exactly three minutes later that Bonz and Aisha left the generals’ table and made their way to a private spot for a little rendezvous.
As Millsap and Mike-Mike paid their debts, Millsap happened to look over at the woman fuming quietly beside him. Cami looked like she wanted to call down lightning bolts. That made him chuckle.
That’s what you get, Millsap mused, having no sympathy for a gold-digging woman. His own mother was one and he barely had sympathy for her.
© 2008 by Suprina Frazier
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