I played along with my show, gave the women what they wanted, and even stopped to take some extra photos with some of them, leaning in for selfies and waving at those who shyly passed by with nothing but a blush on their face. Pretty usual night.
I was up for the late show, as Bill called it, one of the three staying for the private sessions for the night. It was probably one of the worst nights for me to try and give my all to some random stranger who paid good money for it, but I wasn’t about to drop out of an extra $500, either.
I drew the curtain open and slowly pulled it closed behind me, the barely lit room illuminating the beautiful young woman sitting on the leather couch in front of me. She was cute, petite and pale with long brown hair pulled back into pigtails. Usually the women that came in for the private dances were older, less likely to procure their own piece of ass, but that wasn’t the case with this girl. She twirled her hair around her finger, grinning widely at me.
“This is sort of my first time,” she said sweetly. “Just so you know.”
Something surged through me at her soft voice, but I was surprised to find that it wasn’t excitement, but rather something else. Disappointment? I wasn’t sure, I just knew I had to do what I had to do, and oddly enough I wasn’t really into it.
I danced for her the best I could, even letting her touch me everywhere she wanted to, a no-no in the private lap dance rooms. But instead of looking down and seeing the girl’s face, I imagined it was Gabi’s. Gabi’s hands all over me, rubbing me, touching me everywhere.
And that was how it was each night for the next three or four nights in a row that I worked. Instead of physically seeing the woman I was stripping for, I just visualized Gabi standing there in the crowd, or it being her face and her hands in the private session booth.
The more I thought about her, the more I wanted her. By the fourth night I felt like I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t somehow find her again. And I wasn’t surprised to see that she wasn’t at the club after our night together. Gabi just wasn’t the type to hang out at strip clubs like that, from what I could’ve figured.
I didn’t even know her last name… The only thing I did know was where she lived. And I wasn’t about to just show on up to her penthouse in the hills, and knock on the door. I didn’t want to freak her out or anything, and it was very likely that she wasn’t quite as attached to thinking about me as I was to thinking about her.
I threw my duffel bag onto the bed, gritting my teeth together in frustration. What the hell was I supposed to do? How to get this off my mind somehow…
I let the hot water wash away as many of my thoughts as it could in the shower, leaning against the cold tiles and imagining what I could do to find her again. I wasn’t about to start, or anything, but I wanted to see… I wanted to see if maybe I wasn’t crazy and there was something more going on between the two of us.
The rational part of me that had to sit through class and intern at the hospital tried to reason with me. I was just infatuated, it was just a chemical reaction of my brain from thinking about Gabi and her body, the tantalizing curves, the soft skin, her pouty lips… All of it was triggering a response. Especially to my swollen dick, hardening under the hot water as I thought about her lips wrapped around it. I stroked myself thinking of her, wishing it was her I was fucking instead of my hand. I wanted to squeeze her tits in my hands, to taste her delicious sweetness on my tongue again. I wanted to feel her shake because of me. I wanted to bury myself inside of her and stay there.
I imagined it… Gabi opening the shower door and surprising me, completely naked and stepping in after me. Dropping to her knees in front of me. Trailing her fingers up and down my thighs. Waking me. Sucking me. Stroking me until I released my hot load down her throat. My eyes rolled back my head as I came hard all over the shower tiles just thinking about her. Never before had a woman had this kind of effect on me.
That was how I knew Gabi was something special. Something more. She wasn’t some demure little flower who needed someone to show her the way, no, she knew the way all by herself. Just from the little bit that I saw of her, it was already something that I admired.
As I turned off the shower I stood there for a minute, letting the cold air slowly in, and I let my mind wander to the last part of our conversation from the other night. She had been intentionally vague about herself, which only led me to be more curious. How was I going to find her if I didn’t know where to look?
5
Gabi
My heels clicked across the marble steps as I quickly ascended them, hoping I wasn’t as late as I thought I was. The huge building loomed ahead of me, the Lady of Justice blindly holding a balanced scale as I passed under the high arches.
I was the head of the L.A. County food drive this year, and if there was one thing I knew it was that I would be pretty much demonized for fucking something like it up. So I had to be my best behavior, especially on behalf of my dad.
I used to come up the steps every day after school, with big dreams of someday working inside the illustrious Los Angeles City Hall. That was back when my dreams were more of the political nature, wanting to follow in my dad’s footsteps and become a figure that people could look up to. Attorney? Hell no, but someone who could work on the inside and get things done? Definitely.
But then I realized that just wasn’t my style, and let that dream fade away.
“Miss De Leon, pleasure seeing you here, as always,” Frank, the officer who headed the security team at the front, greeted me. He tipped his hat to me and I gave him a small wave.
“Good morning Frank.” I saw him eyeing the folder I was carrying. “Yeah, it’s about that time of the year again.”
He shook his head and chuckled, folding his arms across his large chest as he waved me through the metal detector. “And they somehow got you in the middle of it this year, huh? Well, I’m glad to see your face around here again.”
“Yeah… It’s been a while. Wish me luck!”
I jammed a finger into the elevator button to go up to floor number twenty-seven, the top floor of the building, where most of the head honchos’ offices were located. Since I was the daughter of the mayor, for some reason they felt the need to hold something that was as trivial to them as a food bank drive in the elaborate conference room usually reserved only for big issues. I wanted to feel flattered, but I felt that it probably had more to do with my father. It wasn’t as if they gave a damn about me, anyway.
I nearly tripped into the elevator, glad that no one else was around, as I pushed the button for the twenty-seventh floor. I flipped through my folder, making sure I had my notes, pretending that I didn’t at all notice just how sweaty my palms were. Public speech just wasn’t my thing.
I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, waiting to get to the top floor. As the doors opened, I said a little prayer to help me get through it, and walked into the main hub.
“Gabrielle! It’s so lovely to see you, dear.”
Martha, one of the other city leaders’ secretaries, pulled me in for a hug out of nowhere. I hadn’t seen her in at least a couple of years. Her gray hair tickled my nose as she pulled away.
“Good morning, Martha. It’s nice to see you again, too. Do you know if my father is around anywhere?”
She shook her head. “The last I saw him, he and Mr. Davies were going into the main conference room. That was let’s see… twenty minutes ago?”
I glanced over her shoulder and saw the ornate clock on the wall behind the main front desk, paling when I realized that yeah, I was just that late.
“Oh man, I better hurry up and get in there. Thank you, Martha.”
I scrambled down the hall, trying my best to maintain my dignity while still walking as fast as I could in the heels I was wearing. I threw open the door, just in time for everyone inside the room to turn back to face me, curious to see who had interrupted the meeting. Of course, my dad was standing at the head of the table, pointing to the projector which was already showcasing some o
f my notes that I’d sent to him. Here he was, handling the project for me, even though it was supposed to be something that was my responsibility. I felt smaller than ever before, slinking into the conference room. This was not how this was supposed to happen.
“Gabrielle. Thank you for joining us. I was just going over the results from last year’s food drive with the other board members here. Perhaps you’d like to… take over?”
There was no disdain in his voice, but I could definitely hear the edge of disappointment. While Leonard De Leon was known for being a hard ass to literally everyone else on the face of the earth, I was daddy’s little girl, and he was never that harsh with me. So naturally, I felt like dying a little bit inside.
But instead of letting it swallow me up, tilting my chin up, I gave him a smile, thanking him. “Of course. I have my notes already with me. Feel free to take a seat, Dad, I’ll take it from here.”
Despite the sweat that was building up under my boobs and arms, I made it through the meeting unscathed. Or at least relatively unscathed. I was sure everybody was just going to whisper about my tardiness, but I could hardly care less at that point.
As everyone began to quietly disassemble from the conference room, Dad put his hand on my shoulder, holding me back until we were the last two people left in the room.
“Any particular reason you’re late this morning?”
I bit my lip. “Traffic?”
He sighed. “Gabi, if you want these people to take you seriously, you have to show some initiative. You know that. You’re the one who requested this project, are you not?”
Well… That wasn’t exactly true. My dad insisted that I picked something to work with in the community, claiming that it would not only be good for any potential resume that I may come with up with, but it would also help his reelection campaign. And dad was all about the politics when it came to how he looked in public. And unfortunately for me, how I looked in public reflected on him, too. At least how he saw it.