Obsession (Quix and Eager Sub)

[Mr Quixotic]

Ryan Callahan placed his reading glasses on the desk and massaged his forehead. It was 9 pm, and he didn't want to go home. Not that there was anything wrong with his luxurious two-bedroom penthouse overlooking the city. He just had nothing and no-one to go home to.

Two years prior, he'd been a successful lawyer, close to a coveted partnership, with a gorgeous wife and a beautiful daughter. He remained a successful lawyer, but no longer possessed the wife or daughter. Lauren, his ex, he didn't care about, but Jessica was a different matter.

Last he'd spoken to her was the week she'd turned twenty-one, and she'd gleefully revealed she'd flunked out of College. When he'd told her he missed her and asked if he could visit, Jessica had laughed, "How could you miss me when you were never home, when you were never there for me, Daddy? Why would you fucking care now?" He'd had no time to reply before his daughter hung up.

Nine months later, he'd stood by her graveside, tears streaming down his cheeks, willing himself to believe her overdose an accident.

Ryan pressed the button for the Ground floor when he entered the elevator in the hall outside and appraised his reflection in the mirrored back wall. Brown eyes tinged red, and dress shirt crumpled under his two-thousand-dollar Armani suit, he looked as weary as he felt. Still, he wouldn't sleep until the witching hours.

Turning right when he exited the building, Ryan knew where he'd end up. Not the exact place, but the same where he went whenever loneliness and despair threatened to consume him. Although the establishment's attempted to sound classy and upmarket by branding themselves as 'Dance Bars' or 'Gentleman's Retreats', the vocal minority insisted on calling them Strip Clubs. Demonising them as Dens of Iniquity where men exploited vulnerable young women for entertainment.

Despite an inability to comprehend why a woman would choose to strip for a living, he didn't consider it immoral. However, in Ryan's profession, perception mattered, and his reputation would take a hit if he was regularly seen in such haunts. To allay that concern, he never attended the same club more than once a month. The red light-district provided innumerable options to choose from.

This evening, he took no notice of the name, only aware he hadn't been there in forever. After a bouncer frisked him and guided Ryan inside, the thump of bass and flashing neon assaulted his senses. Paying scant attention to the half-naked woman dancing on stage, he approached the bar. Aiden wasn't there for the girls, but for the noise and lights. They provided a good distraction and kept his mind from delving too far into the abyss of guilt. "San Miguel, please." He flicked the booty-shorted, tube-topped waitress behind the counter a smile, dropped onto a stool and surveyed the club.

 

[Eager Sub]

“Sure thing, sweetie” said the waitress with a fake smile before leaving to get his beer.

“Gentlemen, welcome to the stage…Sadie!”

The swiveling stage lights spun out over the crowd before landing on the curtain leading to the dressing room. The music was all thumping bass and airhorns as Sarah Bryan stepped out, dressed like a sexy cowgirl. The men around the stage cheered as she strutted towards the pole, taking it easily in one hand and spinning around, giving a wink and a blown kiss to the some of the men she recognized. This would be a nightmare for most women, but to her this was home.

Sarah had worked every awful job in the book. She’d tried retail, food service, and even sold weed for a time. But the pay was bad, the customers were worse, and even her ample charm couldn’t get her out of trouble with the cops. But, as she scrolled through her Instagram feed one day she saw her one-time best friend lounging on a yacht. She fumed, but the more powerful than her anger and envy was her curiosity. After asking around, she found out that her friend had been stripping and just gotten married to a rich former client. That was all the incentive she needed to quit her dead end job and learn to dance on a pole.

‘Sadie’ was on her hands and knees with spread legs in front of a shy looking Asian man who she had seen before. He nervously put a small stack of bills between her breasts and cast his eyes down when she leaned in, pretending to lick his face. The crowd was loud now, but it didn’t bother her the way it once had. A rowdy crowd paid well – it was one of the first things she’d learned.

Her dreams of living out a stripper fairytale had died long ago. She had no desire to leave anyway; that’s what she told herself anyway. The money was good, and she wouldn’t be here forever. She wanted to go back to school and make something of herself, but in the meantime…this would do.

Sarah stood up and pulled off her tiny plaid top, tied just under her breasts. Bills fell all over the stage, but she knew she would get it all in the end. She swung the shirt over her head and shook her ass which was barely covered by a pair of spandex daisy dukes. Her eyes passed over the crowd when she saw an older man staring right at her.

Any stripper worth her salt learned to read a man. He had eyes only for her, that much was clear. He was rich enough to not care about having his expensive suit ruined in a strip club, and his watch was worth more than her car. This was a man that could be sold on a private dance and a bottle of champagne.

When she finished her dance she climbed down the stairs onto the floor, beckoning the bouncer to gather her tips. A swing in her hips and a coy smile on her face, she walked over to her wealthy admirer. She wore only a pair of lace panties, a cheap cowboy hat and the gun-belt hanging loose off her hips. “Hey there handsome,” she said with one hand tracing the length of his silk tie, “Did you like what you see? We have some rooms in the back where we can keep the show going.”

 

[Mr Quixotic]

After serving the San Miguel, the waitress, Cassie according to her name tag, moved on to the next customer and Aiden’s attention wandered to the stage.

“Shit.”

His jaw dropped when he laid eyes on the performer in the sexy cowgirl outfit.

Jessica?

The loud bass and buzz of conversation dissipated, swallowed up by the frantic thump-thump of his heart.

Jessica?

Time stopped.

“Sir, Sir, are you alright?”

“Huh, what?” A look of confusion passed across his face before he relaxed his white-knuckled grip on the beer bottle, blinked twice and forced a smile at Cassie, “Yeah, I’m fine, it’s been a long day. Not the first time he’d experienced a fatigue-induced hallucination.

Ryan refocused on the dancer who wasn’t Jessica as she worked the pole, unable to tear his eyes away. A lump formed in his throat when she dropped to her knees, loosened her plaid shirt and freed her breasts to the world. While whistles and catcalls emanated from the audience and they tossed greenbacks onto the stage, their gazes locked and Ryan shivered.

It’s not Jessica.

What if it was her?

What kind of life was it, stripping for a living; nothing but a piece of flesh to be ogled?

When Jessica had flunked out of College, what had she done?

Sure, Lauren had received a substantial alimony payment, but by then, she and Jessica weren’t on speaking terms either. The girl had moved out, transiting from one’s friend’s house to another.

If she hadn’t died, would she have ended up in a place like this showing off her body to strange men?

Or worse; prostituting herself out because that was the inevitable next step down the rabbit hole, wasn’t it?

Hand trembling, Ryan placed his empty beer bottle on the bar and swivelled to greet the young stripper who approached. Although she wasn’t his daughter, she bore a striking resemblance and the desire to look at her up close and hear her voice won out over his urge to flee.

“Well, hello.” Hiding his nerves, he glanced down at the fingers stroking his tie and roamed his gaze over her nubile young body. “How could a man not like what he sees?” He lifted his gaze to her face and stood, placing a hand on her waist.

It took all his self-control to remain composed as he peered into luminous eyes the twins of his dead daughter’s, “I’d love to see more, and a private dance sounds just the tonic. Why don’t you lead the way?”

 

[Eager Sub]

“Well come on then,” she said taking him by the hand, “Just follow me.”

Sarah turned and half dragged the man behind her so that he could see her tight, shapely ass. Cassie winked at her with a knowing smile; she knew Sarah had hooked herself a whale. The two made their way through the den of sin, and she made sure to put an extra sashay in her hips so that he wouldn’t be distracted by the pulsing lights or loud music. The other girls would love to steal such a great catch from her.

The two stepped past a velvet rope and an enormous bouncer on their way to one of the three private rooms in the back. The lavish room had gilded mirrors along every wall as well as the ceiling, so that patrons could see their girl from every angle. A plush L shaped couch sat along the wall and she pushed him down onto it with a girlish giggle. With a knee on either side of him so that she was straddling him, their faces were just inches from one another. His breath was hot on her face, and a shudder ran down her spine. She’d been here for years, but even so some nerves lingered. The room was soundproofed so that the noise and clamor of the club outside was barely audible; they may as well have been the only two in the building. She rolled her hips to the beat of the loud rock song that was now playing through speakers built into the walls and couch. “You’re so tense baby,” she cooed as she felt his cock harden through his slacks and her panties, “You’d think I make you nervous.”

The music continued to build and she stood, shaking her perky tits and ass for him. When she sat back on his lap she leaned into him, turning her head back so that her lips grazed his jaw. Still gyrating to the music she spoke in a throaty voice, “So what brings you here, honey? I haven’t seen you around here before, God knows I’d remember you…”

The dance continued, and as the song finally came to an end she sat in his lap like he was Santa at the mall. “Well, how’d you like it? If you’d like to keep going maybe we could use a bottle of champagne or two…” she offered, but with a commanding look, “I feel like we’re just starting to get to know one another, it would be such a shame to cut that short don’t you think?”