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Breaker's Vow(4)
Author: Elizabeth Knox






I don’t know why I let Ops and Mabel convince me to come out to the strip club with them. I usually only go to strip clubs every once in a while. When I was younger I used to frequent them quite a bit, but only because it’s one of the places I could get quick, easy pussy. These days I usually jump on Tinder or Bumble, always stating what I’m there for: hookups or one night. I don’t want anything more, and I damn well will never have anything else. One day I might knock up a woman just so I have a child, but I’ll make sure I pick the woman well. I don’t have to be in love with her, or even in a relationship. All I need is someone who I know is a decent person and would be a good person to co-parent with in the long run.

Hell, even thinking about it shows me how crazy things have changed for me. Now, I wasn’t the type who ever thought about just knocking a chick up and never being with her. I’ve only ever thought about being with a woman for the long run. I thought at some point in my life I’d find the right woman and settle down with her, make her my ol’ lady, and eventually have kids with her. Fuck, I thought that woman was Celia, but nine months ago she showed me her true colors. I’m glad I found out sooner rather than later. I could only imagine what my life would’ve been like if we had a child together, and then I found out. I wouldn’t have wanted to take my child’s mother from them . . . but I would still have made the same decision. When you go against my club—my family—you’re done. You’ve already sealed your fate.

We’re all sitting at a square table in the back when a woman comes up and asks if we want a drink. We all end up ordering a drink. She’s dressed in a thin red lace bra and matching panties, but has on a pair of knee-high leather boots. She’s hot, and I like the view of her ass I’m getting. As she walks away, I can’t tear my eyes away from her. “Ah, see,” Ops smirks at me and Mabel giggles lightly.

“I wonder if he knows how lucky he is to have a woman who takes him to the strip club, instead of telling him he can’t go to one,” I say to Mabel and she nods.

“Yeah, well, I like looking at women too, so it’s a win-win for the both of us. Plus, we figured we could get you cheered up and out of the club.” I don’t understand what Mabel’s trying to say, because it’s not like I’ve been a sourpuss at all. If anything, I’ve kept to myself a little more lately than usual, but not in a bad way. I’m just . . . in a funk I guess. I’m not going to lie, everything that happened with Celia is fucking with my head.

“I was perfectly fine staying there,” I tell Mabel, and she throws her head back in laughter.

“If you were ‘perfectly fine’ staying there then you wouldn’t be out here with the two of us, so you’re welcome for inviting your grumpy ass out. Now, don’t you be putting a damper on our time here. Watch some beautiful ladies dance and get a couple drinks in you,” Mabel’s looking right into my eyes and then she looks over at Ops, who’s shaking his head. I’m sure he’s embarrassed that she’s not holding her tongue, but I think it’s a good trait that Mabel speaks her mind. It’s good to have this sort of honesty.

“All right, don’t you worry, when she brings back my drink I’m going to enjoy it.” I tell Mabel, who I should start calling Ms. Bossy.

The whole feel of this joint is a bit different than some of the strip clubs I’ve been to, but Mabel frequents this place quite a bit. It’s a little nicer than the usual hole in the wall strip clubs I’m accustomed to. The chairs here are cushioned well, and not cheap plastic like other places I’m used to. There are see-through curtains that are pulled off to the sides on the booths where private parties are, and there’s even a VIP section in the back. Red and purple lights shine down from the ceiling, and there’s a DJ in the back booth playing a variety of songs. Multiple women are out on smaller stages, dancing to the beat of the music, but as the song changes a woman comes out from the back.

That’s what I’ve noticed, every time the song changes they’re on a rotation and another lady comes onto the main stage. I’m over here wondering if these are their headliners so to speak, but who the fuck knows. This is a nicer joint than I’m used to, which is a nice experience compared to what I’m used to.

The woman comes back with our drinks and I slide a ten under her lace panties. She walks away smiling, shaking her ass a little more than she was a few moments ago. I take a sip of my drink while my eyes are pinned on her, then avert them to the blonde woman strutting her stuff. She goes up and down the pole like it’s second nature to her, hooking her leg around it and sliding down.

I take another sip of my drink and Mabel snickers.

“What?” I ask, turning to her.

“Oh, nothing, I’m just so surprised to see you having a good time. It’s so rare, kind of crazy.” Mabel’s toying with me, but it’s all in good fun so I don’t mind it. I haven’t gotten out in a while, and it’s time I start getting out more.

In the back of my mind, I’m always clouded with guilt about Celia, but I have to keep reminding myself that I didn’t do anything wrong. When it comes to who was in the wrong, it was her. She went against me. She went against my club. She cost people their lives. All I did was trust the wrong woman, and so many people paid dearly for it.

I sit here in the chair while Ops and Mabel are having their own conversation, my eyes pinned on the woman dancing in front of me. A couple of more ladies come out in that time, but none of them really capture my attention the way this one does.

She’s not my typical type, but something about the way she moves her body calls me to her. There’s this confidence that oozes out of her with every step she takes, like she knows everyone’s eyes are going to be glued to her. These have always been the type of women I’ve liked to be with in the past. Her song comes on and with every movement on the pole she’s putting her entire body into it. Everything is calculated, methodical, and you can tell it’s well thought out.

She has a deep umber brown skin tone, and her hair is as dark as night. I can’t see her eyes from where I’m sitting, but I’m sure they’re a deep brown as well. Her lips are voluptuous and very plump right through the center. The more I watch her, the more I wonder how those lips would feel wrapped around my cock.

I haven’t had a good fuck in a while, a couple of weeks at least, so maybe tonight I might kill my dry spell.

She finishes her dance and heads toward the back, and over the course of the night other women come out onto the main stage, but she comes out for another dance on the main stage. At this point, Mabel and Ops have left, saying it was getting late and they were tired. I call bullshit, because I saw the way Mabel was looking at her ol’ man. My guess is they come to the strip club as a kinky sort of thing so they’re really in the mood later on.

It's been about twenty minutes since I’ve seen the gorgeous woman I can’t keep my eyes off, and then she comes around the corner, bee-lining it straight for me. She’s in a deep forest green outfit now, and her breasts are pouring out the sides. God damn, they’re more than a mouthful. They’re a whole entire meal. I lick my bottom lip as she approaches and the second she’s directly in front of me a sexy little smirk crosses her lips.

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