“I swear to God,
I don't know who you are since you got engaged,” I said, mostly out of frustration, but if we were being honest, a little bit of jealousy.
“You're going to do what you want at the end of the day but I think you should take a chance with Maggie and see what happens. You wouldn't be in the relationship alone, she would be there making decisions and participating as well so you have no way of knowing what would happen unless you try.”
“If all of this is to finally get my head out of my ass, I think I can handle it, but thanks for your help.” Easton did not look convinced and I wasn't convinced either, but I didn't want to have the conversation anymore.
The way I saw it, he was so happy and loved up with Missy that he thought that kind of thing was available to everyone and the awful, catastrophic end wasn't inevitable, but I knew different. I knew better.
He left me alone after that and I spent the rest of the day catching myself in daydreams about Maggie before pulling myself back. I wasn't very productive but I hadn't been since Colorado so that wasn't different. I was going to take care of it the best way I knew how. The only way I had been taking care of things since becoming an adult and maybe even before that.
It had been a long time since I’d been to the club but I was back. The way I saw it, I had everything under control in the past. I entertained women only for sex, was a regular at the gentlemen's club, and had never said two words to Maggie more than “hello, how are you” and my life made sense. I knew what I was doing and my system worked even if it wasn't flawless. I was going back to that.
Back at the club, walking off the street and into the darkened room felt a little bit weird rather than familiar, it had been a while. I made my way directly to the bar.
“Wow, it's you. I thought you went sober or something. It's been a while,” the busty bartender said to me. I knew her name usually, but it was escaping me.
“That means you know my order,” I said. She did and brought it over. I looked around still feeling a little bit out of place. Since it was too early for any dancers on the stage, the women were working the floor and a woman with a blonde bob wig and pink bikini zeroed in on me.
“I know you,” she said coming up to me. I wasn't sure who she was but if she knew me, she was probably right. I used to be here all the time.
“Do you? I don't think I know you,” I said, taking a swig of my drink. “How about I pay you for a private dance and we can change that?”
She squealed and bounced up and down, probably excited that she didn't have to put in any more work to get me to pay for a dance. I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to her. She grabbed my hand and led me to one of the VIP rooms. I knew what went on in those rooms and yes this was that kind of club. As long as no one said anything, anything was possible. Even if they didn't say it outright, many of the women would magically turn into escorts if the price was right.
The room had gaudy red lighting and even though the furniture was expensive and clean, you just knew that bad things took place in that room. Men cheating on their wives and fiance's, women jerking off guys who they really wouldn't look at if there wasn't money involved. The woman pushed me down onto one of the couches.
“Comfy?” she asked before she sat on my lap and started grinding her hips. She was petite and slim, a beautiful body which she obviously worked hard for but I had gotten used to Maggie's voluptuous curves and I was having a hard time not imagining Maggie in her place.
“Not yet. Turn around,” I told her. She did and knelt between my knees before slowly taking off her bikini top.
Nothing. I was staring at a pair of beautiful pink-tipped tits and my dick was asleep.
Perfect, Maggie broke my fucking dick.
This was supposed to do it. Having sex with another woman, another couple of women if I had to would do the trick. I mean asking me to have sex with multiple women was not exactly a sacrifice. I knew that I needed someone else to get over her, but the thought wasn't even turning me on. In the past, rarely a week went by when I didn't have sex with somebody, usually a different somebody than it had been the week before, but Maggie had been my last lay weeks ago in the cabin.
The woman stood up where she was and pulled the strings of the bottom piece of her bikini loose so that it fell to the ground. She looked beautiful. She was something right out of Sports Illustrated, tight, lean, with nice tits and a cute ass but my body wasn't cooperating.
“You know, I can do more than just full nude,” she said to me. There it was, the woman was telling me that if I wanted it, I could have sex with her.
I didn't want it. Against all normal impulses, I didn't want to have sex with her.
I reached for my wallet and pulled out a couple of hundreds anyway since I felt bad for turning her down.
“I don't think tonight is the night,” I said handing her the money.
“Are you kidding me? When you stopped showing up, I thought I'd never get a chance to be in here with you.”
“It's not you, trust me,” I said to her.
“There was this rumor that you were gay but I never believed it.” I laughed and told her to have a good night, then walked out.
I remembered what Easton told me that work and silently resented him for it. I told him I had it under control, that I would take care of things the way that I knew how. Well, my old ways didn't seem to work anymore. I wouldn't have been able to get hard in there and the awkward apology and retreat would have been even worse.
Looked like Maggie had won. If it was as simple as going to her house and demanding that she fixed this, I wouldn't have been so bitter. Things were already bad but now they were worse and I had no idea how to change them.
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