Lucy's Boo

Chapter 9

After the movies, Irv and I made plans for an early dinner since I needed to get back home. We spent the remainder of the day, laughing and talking, making plans for our next link up. I am still on the fence about France, but knowing that I have more time to think about it, makes the trip that much more appealing. We get back to the room, and I gather my things. Irv calls ahead for my car. My emotions are mixed. I am never really sad when we have to go our separate ways. It's more of a feeling of disappointment. At the same time, my Lucy is breathing a sigh of relief as she can now focus on recovery after two days of pleasure-expounding assaults. 

"You know I hate saying goodbye." Irv says somberly as he wraps his arms around me.

"I know, but you know it won't be long before we are hanging out again." My voice comforting, easing his anxiousness. This is new. Usually our exits are pretty quick, but he sounds different. 

"Don't worry." I said. "I am a phone call away." I give him kiss on the cheek.

Irv grabs my bags and walks with me down to my car. He places them in the truck. He makes his way over to the driver side and gives me a hug.

I love his hugs.

"Until next time. Dream of me until then." His voice soft and low.

"You know it." I flash a smile and get in my car.

"Call me once you make it."

"Absolutely." And with that, the valet closes the door and I am off.

 Spending that time with Irv allowed me to completely forget about all that happened prior to me leaving. I spend the remainder of the holiday break hanging out with my brother and parents.

Happy once again.

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Arriving back on campus, I push the thoughts of Sasha and Mario out of my mind. I had to forgive them in order to move on with my life. Not all relationships are meant to last forever.

Fine with me.

Sasha decided to move in with a friend and Mario was given a job transfer. I did talk to him once. I needed that closer. I told him that even though I was hurt by the situation, I was grateful for it happening. 

All things happen for a reason.

I have been living my best single life. No one to answer to, dating and enjoying the company of others. I talk to Irv regularly. Since we don't see each other often, I look forward to hearing his voice. James, my ex from high school, also keeps in contact. Even though we didn't work out as a couple, we still remain best of friends.  

The new semester starts out smooth. My schedule is fairly light, with classes on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. I entertain myself with frequent trips to the city to party. Parties around campus usually end with the police being called, so I maintain my distance. I decided to sign up for some extra curricular activities on campus, one being our annual fashion show. It is a showcase by several campus organizations to help raise money the school. I agreed to model for Taylor, a lingerie designer. She was one of the few participants that was brought in by an organization to participate. Displaying lingerie to college students, probably not the best of ideas, then again, it wouldn't be a true college experience if it was. 

Travis.

6'2. Marshmallow white teeth. Chocolate. Dark chocolate. Muscles of a body builder, but not unnatural looking. I notice him at one of our fashion show practices. I don't usually go for the dark, but the moment I saw him covered in baby oil, looking like a freshly glazed chocolate donut, the only thing on my mind was wanting to see if his cream filling tasted just as delicious as he looked. I realized I got caught staring when during a break, he made his way over to me.

"What's up. My name is Travis." The voice of velvet. He might as well have introduced himself as "Hi! Let's fuck." That was the only thing on my mind. I can feel my girlfriend Laura's elbow in my side.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm Meredith." Heat slowing begins to rise from my chest.

Flushed.

"Nice to meet you Meredith. Do you go to Georgia State or are you just here for fun?" The smile he flashed me, made me skip a breath.  

"I am a student. What about you? Haven't seen you around?" I lowered my eyes, trying to play it cool, while silently mind-f*****g his face.

"Nope. No student life for me. The designer is a friend of mine, so I came to help her out."

"I'm glad you did." I feel my friend's elbow again. s**t! I said that out loud?

"Excuse me?" he said with a chuckle.

"Huh? oh. I meant I'm sure she is glad to have a friend like you to come and help." Noticing that I have now made a total ass out of myself, I turn to walk away.

"I have to run. It was nice to meet you."

"Where are you going? Practice isn't over for another thirty minutes. Relax. It's all good."

Can't believe this man has me off my game like this. Don't make no sense. Regaining my composure, I begin to ask my usual detective questions. Men nowadays, especially in Atlanta, are prone to be womanizing hoes. That is why I have no trouble asking a million questions. I refuse to waste my time on someone who can't be upfront and honest with me. One minute things are cool and casual, then months down the road you find out he has a wife, two girlfriends, and five kids. 

"So, I guess you are from the area." I grab one of the folding chairs and sit down.

"Why would you say that?" he said looking at me with an intrigued expression on his face.

"Anyone born and raised in this city has an accent. You have that accent." I can see him rolling his eyes.

"Say I'm wrong!" He laughed.

"You're right. I graduated from Lithia Springs. True Georgia boy." 

Ugh. He sounded like my brother when he said that.

I shrug my shoulders.

"Besides helping a friend with random college fashion shows, what do you do Travis?" The sight of his sexiness was fading. I needed to see what he is really about.

"I am security guard for a couple clubs around the city."

Did he just say security? My face must have asked that same question.

"What? You too good for a security guard?" he asked sounding a bit offended.

"NO. I didn't say that. Just wasn't the answer I was expecting. I don't judge." I give him a smile to reassure him my response was genuine.

Our conversation is interrupted by everyone coming back in from break and resuming practice. Taylor comes in with her rack of designs and begins to assign them to us: seven girls and three guys.

"Hey ,how about you and your girlfriend come by Chit Chat tonight. I'm sure you don't have anything else better to do."

Excuse you, Sir. You don't know my life.

"I have plenty, but I think we might be able to manage." He hands me his phone and we exchange numbers. My hand gently brushes across his. A shock goes through my body. I know he felt it too because we both looked up at each other at the same damn time.

"Meredith." Taylor is calling me.

"Hold on." I walk over to Taylor and her rack of designs. She hands me a corset top and a thong.

"Where is the rest of it?" Everyone in the room laughs.

"It's lingerie, Meredith." Taylor shakes her head as she motions me to the dressing room to try it on. Well, so much for inviting my parents. The finale of the fashion show would be them killing me.

I grab Laura's arm and drag her with me to the dressing room. My heart is racing.

"Girl, what is wrong with you?" she asked as she closed the door. "I have never seen you this awkward before."

"Whatever! Help me." She walks behind me and fascines the hooks on the corset. I look in the mirror.

"This woman is out of her mind if she thinks that I am about to walk in front of folks with my ass out like this." Not gonna lie. The black and red floral number was quite appealing. It screamed "SCREW ME!" Just wasn't something I would wear in front of the entire Georgia State campus.

"Come out, Meredith. Let me see."

"I'm coming!" I yelled. "So damn impatient."

Thoroughly annoyed, I walk out. I can see Travis looking very much excited to see what I was wearing. 

"That s**t is HOT!" Taylor is too pleased with herself. "I have a robe that goes with this."

Thank God!

"I'd f**k your brains out in that." 

What the hell!

I turn and Travis is standing behind me. He is in black silk boxer shorts. His third leg very visible.

Blessed are we...

"Oh...Ummm..." I can feel myself getting tingly all over.

"I have to go change." I walk away knowing that I am not the only one mind-f*****g someone in this room. We finish up the rest of rehearsal. We have one more walk through scheduled for next week. Travis walks over to us outside and offers to walk us to my car. After a little bit of bullying on his part, we agree that Laura and I would come by his club tonight for a drink. I have never been to Chit Chat and neither has Laura. We spend the next couple of hours getting our lives together. I settle on black leather leggings, with a  pink and black sheer crop top. I pair it with my So Kate pumps. I sport the half up/half down hair-do. Laura, as usual, keeps it simple with a knee-length, black tank dress, with a caramel leather jacket and booties. We arrive at the club around 10:30p. Decent size brick building just off the main road, about fifteen minutes from campus. The parking lot is full, but no line.

Perfect.

I text Travis to let him know we were outside. The door opens. 

Lawd! A man in uniform has just become my new fetish. Coming through the door, Travis has on the tightest, muscle sculpting shirt known to man. Over it is a bullet proof vest. His holster around his waist equipped with mace, a taser, and some handcuffs. My mind instantly flashes to an image of me handcuffed to a bedpost, and Travis having his way with me. Arms smooth. Face glowing from his smile.

"I was thinking you weren't going to come." He said as he bent down to give me and Laura a hug.

Ohhhh honey!! He even smells like chocolate.

He walks us inside. The beat of the music reverberating in our chests. I am immediately taken aback. Laura and I both stop mid stride. This wasn't a dancing club. This was a male review club.  This man does security for male strippers.

"Oh I forgot to tell you. Saturday's are our male review nights, and then we turn into a regular club afterwards." Laura and I both look at each other.

Disbelief.

Here are at least fifty women sitting at tables. One man on stage. Nothing but a shaggy bag covering his d**k. Travis leads us over to our table. Front Row. 

"What do you want to drink?" he bends over and speaks in my ear.

"Shot of Patron. Actually make that a double!" I said, not taking my eyes off the man air-humping the stage. He gets Laura's drink order and walks over the bar.

"Can you believe this s**t?" I said.

"Meredith, what in the hell have you gotten us into?" I can hear the slight bit of concern in her voice.

"Let's just see what happens."

Travis comes back over a few minutes later with our drinks in hand. He comes and puts his hand on my should.

"Damn, you look good enough to eat." I crack a smile as I sip my drink.

"If you need me, I'll be over in the corner. Enjoy yourself."

Ba-by! You have no idea how far up my alley this goes. I sip on my drink as I watch performer after performer come out on that stage, and f**k it like it was a human being. There were your fire fighters and your pilots; cops and doctors. All of them with moves that would drive a woman mad. Then came Luscious. Man oh man was he. His name should have been White Chocolate. Dude comes out looking like he just got out of the shower. 

Literally. Only a towel wrapped around his waist, sitting low enough to show off that prized "v", and a toothpick in his mouth. His man parts were making their appearance through the towel. He does his number on one side of the stage, winding his hips, dipping low, licking his lips. He moves to the other side of the stage and does the same routine. He comes to the middle of the stage, right in front of our table. If his d**k wanted to, it could reach out and touch me on my forehead. The s**t hung to his kneecaps. I try my hardest not to make eye contact with him. He takes the towel off. d**k in the bag, hanging.

No way there is a woman out there taking all of that.

He takes the towel and lays it on the floor of the stage. He pulls it up in the middle, designing it to resemble a v****a. He does a hip roll, and a flip landing right in between the folds of the towel. His tongue begins to flick like a lizard. Fast. Faster than what I believe is humanly possible. He tongues that damn thing as if he had a real ass p***y in his face. The s**t was so exciting, Lucy began to respond. I need to distract myself before this man makes me come without touching me once. 

Travis. I can see him off to the side. He must have been watching me because his face was that of a kid in a candy store. I stand, gather my composure, and do my sexy walk over to him. 

"Enjoying yourself?" I knew the question was rhetorical. He could see the answer on my face.

"You set me up!" I said. "A warning would have been nice. That's ok. Payback is a bitch." He flashes that gorgeous smile.

"Another round?"

"Yep." That was all I had. My mind could not come up with anything else more intelligent.

I walk back over to the table, handing Laura her drink. She has completely relaxed and is now throwing money at the guys walking by the tables. Luscious is still on the stage doing what should never be done to a towel. I sit in my chair and no sooner did I get adjusted, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Luscious is walking in front of me, taking my hand, and walking me on stage. 

It all happened so fast.

He helped me on the stage. He leans forward and says "Just let me do everything."

Ok.

He takes his hands and starts rubbing my leg, taking off one shoe and then the other. My heart is in my throat. What is this man about to do to me on this stage in front of all these people? 

"Hold on." One motion, I was on this man's shoulders, p***y in his face. I can feel the hotness of his breath through my pants.

Holy s**t.

He moves his face around, lightly vibrating his lips. I sensation is unreal. Turned on is not even the word. I want to f**k!

He takes me off his shoulders. He helps with putting my shoes back on, and off the stage. Laura is at the table losing her damn mind. I make my way to the bathroom to get myself together and when I came out, I almost run into Travis. 

"Oops." I giggled. 

He grabbed me,  pushing me back into the corner. His lips came in locked and loaded.  I moan into his mouth. His hands gripping my ass. Gentle, but firm. His kiss leaves  me and Lucy yearning for more.

"Wow!"

Could it be...another boo for my Lucy? Those lips sure ass hell said so.