Angel Love (6 page)

Chapter Six

I
woke up at dawn. I couldn’t sleep. Too much was happening in
my life. I rose, made a pot of coffee and read the paper, when it
was eight o’clock, hoping April was up, I called her.
“Hello.”

“
It’s me. I need to see
you.”

“
What’s up?”

“
Among other things, I
decided to get a divorce.”

“
All right! I’m in the
middle of exercising. Why don’t we meet for coffee and a pastry at
the Paradise Bakery in Gainey Ranch after I finish and shower. Is
ten okay?”

I was so nervous, I didn’t want to wait
around so I went early and had a Denver omelet.

April, looking like a million dollars as she
always does, waltzed in at ten after. “Sorry, I’m late.”

I smiled. “That’s all right, I came early to
make up for it. How’s your divorce coming?”

“
It’s supposed to be final
in thirty days. Why, do you want to use my lawyer?”

I pursed my lips. “Maybe. I don’t know any
divorce lawyers, so if you’re happy with yours, I’ll use him.”

April opened the menu. “So you decided to
take the plunge.”

I nodded slowly. “Actually, I took the
plunge four years ago, now I’m ready to get out of the pool.”

April laid a hand over mine. “You know what
I mean.”

“
Yes. I’m ready to end my
marriage and start doing what I really want—giving and receiving
pleasure. There’re a couple things that bother me
though.”

“
Like what?”

I paused while the waiter took April’s
order, refilled my coffee and took my plate. “I love my house. I’d
like to keep it. Do you think if I asked for the house, you and
Randy could live there and help with the payment?”

“
I don’t know. I’ll ask
Randy. What’s the other thing that bothers you?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer her. “April.
Tell me how did you feel when you decided to get a divorce?”

Her gaze clouded over as if she saw only her
thoughts. “A little sad. Regretful that it hadn’t worked out. I
think if I hadn’t married Herbie for his money and waited a little
longer. I’d have met the man of my dreams and raised a family, but
Herbie was older and didn’t want kids. Then there’s my dark side
which Randy recognized and exploited. I used to dream about the
wicked sinful things we did in Havasu and Vegas.”

“
Me too, same thing. How
about Randy. Could he be the man of your dreams?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah right. He could
be, but you know there’s no future with him. He’s not the marrying
kind. He’s as wild and unpredictable as a cornered tiger.”

I laughed. “He’s unpredictable all right.
Does that appeal to you? It does me.”

“
Lots of things about
Randy appeal to me. Forgetting sex, his attitude, his forcefulness,
his stubbornness, knowing what I want when I don’t even know, his
supreme confidence. And wouldn’t you know it, every one of these
traits is bad.”

“
That must be the appeal.
I’ve heard it said, women love bad boys.”

April laughed. “If that’s the case we’re at
the head of the line. We got off the subject. What else bothers you
about getting divorced?”

I shook my head. “It’s so hard to describe.
When I made up my mind to get divorced, tears ran down my cheek. I
felt like I lost my innocence, again. Yes, I know I forfeited my
innocence in a flurry of sexual encounters in high school and
college, not the least of which was our salacious spring breaks.
Especially, the last one, but when I got married, I felt as if my
innocence had come back. Does that make any sense to you?”

“
Yes, it does. The
happiest time of my life was pre-puberty. The second happiest time
of my life is when I’m having sex with Randy or you or both or
seven guys in a gynecologist chair. How’s that for
warped?”

“
If that’s warped so am
I.”

Suddenly, April’s eye’s grew wide. “Guess
who I ran into a few days ago?”

I shrugged. “Damned if I know.”

“
Tina.”

“
Tina…really? I haven’t
seen or heard from her since we graduated. She dropped out of
sight.”

“
She married her boyfriend
and moved to Texas, but she’s getting divorced. She’s moving back
and will temporarily live with her parents.”

I felt a tinge of excitement. “This could
work out. Is she still fabulous looking?”

“
Pretty much, though she
no longer weighs one-ten.”

“
She’s not
heavy?”

“
Oh no. She’s not model
thin, but she’s still very striking. What do you mean, work out.
You’re not thinking of recruiting her are you?”

I shrugged again. “Frankly, I don’t know
what I’m thinking. I’m just exploring possibilities.”

“
That reminds me there’s
something I’ve been meaning to ask you. When we were in Vegas, when
Randy started arranging your dates, why did he never come to me to
do the same thing? I never knew he did until four days ago when he
told me.”

I took a sip of my iced tea. “Randy would
have. He thought you were hot, but he worked through the bell
captain who told him he didn’t need more than two girls. Since he’d
lined up Tina and me, he had to forget about you and Jessica or
should I say Brandi.”

April stared off thoughtfully. “So that’s
why Tina stuck around after making a big deal about leaving.”

“
Yes. It wasn’t the sex
that bothered her as much as having to market herself. She kept
getting screwed out of her money.”

April laughed. “She was getting screwed
twice?”

“
Apparently. From what she
told me, she let johns beat her down on her price and a couple
fucked her out of her money altogether. Having Randy there ended
that. She’d just wait in her room, all fixed up and looking good in
her sexy see-thru peignoir and wait for the johns to come—pun
intended—paid in full. She made more in the last four days than she
did the previous ten.”

“
And with her long, long
black hair, she could look real good. That’s why you’re thinking of
recruiting her.”

“
I never said that.” I
looked around as if I thought someone might be listening and smiled
conspiratorially. “You think we should?”

“
Maybe, the timing would
be good since she’s unemployed and will be living with her
parents.”

April’s phone rang. She answered and winked
at me. “Hi, Randy.”

“
Oh, she’s with
me.”

April took a sip of her coffee and a bite of
her éclair as she listened. “It’s all right with me.”

She handed her phone to me. “He wants to
talk with you.”

Apprehensive, I took the phone. “You were
great yesterday—at the bar and later at your place.”

“
Thanks, baby, I loved it.
What’s up?”

“
How do you feel about
charity work?”

“
It’s okay.
Why?”

“
Paladins men’s club is
having a charity lap dance event. Each lap dance will cost two
hundred dollars. The proceeds will go to Sanctuary, which
is—“

“
I know what it is—a
refuge for battered women and their children. Will we wear
masks.”

“
Of course, you and April
won’t get any money except tips, but there should be a lot of high
rollers there, who might want a date with you.”

“
I’m game but giving lap
dances is one of the things that managed to evade me all these
years.”

“
I anticipated that, so I
made arrangement for a stripper friend of mine to show you and
April how to do it. You’re both naturals so you should pick it
right up.”

“
At Paladins’?”

“
No, a place called Fancy
Girls on Washington. Ask for Lita. If you go right now you should
have the run of the place.”

Looking at April, I gave her a nod and she
nodded back. “We’re on our way. We’ll let you know how it
goes.”

I accompanied April, and thirty minutes
later, she pulled her BMW into the Fancy Girls driveway. The
parking lot was virtually empty with six or seven vehicles so April
swung into the closest space to the entrance.

As we entered, a burly man asked, “Are you
looking for work?”

April laughed and I quipped, “Sort of. Is
Lita here?”

He started to answer, then turned toward the
long bar. “Hey Lita.”

A lovely red headed girl sitting at the bar
in a skimpy bikini and cover-up answered. “Yeah, Bear?”

“
These ladies asked for
you.”

She slid off the bar stool and advanced.
Questioningly she said our name loudly over the music, “April and
Angel?”

When we nodded, she embraced us both. “Come
with me.” She took our hands and led us to a booth. After we slid
in the booth, she continued, “Randy told me you might be coming by.
You ladies are flat out gorgeous. I’m going to enjoy the heck out
of this. Who wants to go first?”

When we looked at each other and deferred,
Lita grabbed my hand and slid out. “We’ll start with Angel.”

As Lita led me to the left side of the room
where the enclosed private VIP booths were located, I surveyed the
club. The main stage was opposite the entrance, located at the back
of the room. A good-sized runway jutted into the room from the
middle of the stage. Small tables and lush petite armchairs
scattered around the stage and it’s projection. A single row of
chairs lined the perimeter of the runway, which at the moment had a
lissome topless lady prancing in front of a pair of hard core
roosters. From appearances, this was where the rowdy steadfast
patrons hung out. The entire left side of the club's main room had
been sectioned off with private booths for lap dances.

When we arrived at the private booths, she
spoke over the music into my ear, “Have you performed a lap dance
before?”

I shook my head.

“
How about received
one?”

I shook my head and made a joke. “At least
I’m a virgin at something.”

She giggled and whispered back, “Lucky me,
I’m going to pop your cherry.”

Each booth had a pullback curtain. Lita led
me into the closest one and flipped on the occupied button. There
was single, wide, armless, upholstered chair in the middle of the
tiny room. The sides and back of the chair provided enough room to
walk around. Having pulled the privacy curtain closed, Lita flashed
a mischievoius smile. “Have a seat, doll.”

As I took a seat, she removed her top,
showing nice, medium sized breasts with very light pink areolas and
nipples. “You’re not into ladies are you?”

A flitter of embarrassment passed through
me. “Not as a rule, but I have enjoyed sex with April and another
friend. Do you like pussy?”

I found Lita attractive so it was not
surprising that I felt a stirring in lower regions when she removed
her bikini bottom. Standing before me fully naked, except for her
silver glittery platform heels, she spun around as a model might,
posing for me. “Yeah, I like pussy. I’m bi-sexual, as far as I’m
concerned, if sex feels good it doesn’t matter who supplies
it.”

Lita appeared to stand about five-four. She
was lean, well proportioned and probably weighed no more than a
hundred ten pounds. With her sea green eyes, creamy light skin and
long wavy fire red hair, she had a cute girl next-door look. She
really was beautiful—and sexy.

Facing away, a tingle of stimulation coursed
through me as she bent over to remove her platform shoes displaying
the backside of her pussy. She flashed a coy smile as she rose,
faced me and pushed out her breasts, momentarily, shimmying them.
Swaying her hips to the beat driven music, my own pussy clenched
when she cupped her breasts and lifted one at a time, licking one
hard, jutting nipple, then the other.

Letting go of her breasts in one smooth
languid motion, Lita’s arms spread wide utilizing graceful feminine
moves. Returning her arms to her side she lowered to her knees and
bent forward touching the carpet arms outstretched as if in
supplication. Straightening back up, with her hands behind her she
leaned backwards to the carpet and raised her hips. On the balls of
her bare feet, she spread her legs, presenting her light pink
clitoral sheath, pronounced dark pink labia and weeping recess for
my view. It was there beckoning me and I wanted it. I shifted
uneasily, squirming in my chair, beguiled by Lita’s sexiness. My
core was warm and getting wet. I considered touching myself
when…she rolled over, got to her knees and like a cat stalking it’s
prey, crawled slowly toward me. Raising her gaze from between my
legs to my eyes, she asked, “Does what I’m doing please you?”

Breathily, I answered, “God yes. Lady you
are hot”

She parted my legs and ran her hands up each
of my right calf and thigh, then my left. “I’ve barely begun,
pretty lady.” Her fingers closed upon the tongue of my short’
zipper and pulled it down. Parting the top of the shorts, she
smiled. “Oh pink.” she laughed. “My favorite color.” Referring to
my lacy, pink panties. She winked.

I nodded. “Uh-huh, and I imagine because of
you, they’re wet.”

I held my breath and closed my eyes as soft
hands caressed the sensitive insides of my thighs.

“
They certainly look
wet.”

My body tingled and the walls of my vagina
contracted, anticipating Lita’s touch.

“
Ooh, you are wet. Would
you like them off?”

“
Ah-huh.” I murmured,
barely able to breath.

She pulled away, dragging my shorts and
soaked panties off. It felt good as fresh air circulating around my
heated pussy cooled it.