The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 15

His name was just as obnoxious as his smile. For a second, I was struck with how beautiful he looked in this light. But there was also something about his demeanor that sent a chill down my spine. He was a flame that was waiting for someone to step too close and get burned. I wasn’t the type of person to care much about the appearance of others. In fact, I didn’t care about anyone that wasn’t my closest of friends which had recently only been Mel until she’d ruined that for us. Now I only had Simon and my parents.

Not that had anything to do with Xander. But I did wonder if he knew what was happening inside his club. My cheeks burned as I realized what that would mean for me. The lights in the room last Saturday had been off, but that didn’t mean no one would have been able to see what was going on. If they had security cameras, it would mean anyone on staff could have seen what the three of us had done.

Xander raised a brow when I didn’t immediately dart through the door. I looked at his hand on the handle to his face and then glanced inside. The bass from the music was a light thump that felt like someone was slapping me on the back but from the inside.

I entered the front of the club with more cautiousness than I wanted him to see. Though my heart was falling into a steady rhythm, it was hard to catch my breath after he’d been so close to me.

He was a man out of a dream. Even as I thought about how dumb it sounded to myself, I couldn’t find another way to describe him. The club lights were red as always and the heat was higher than I would have thought. It could have been the body heat of all the people inside or it could have just been me. It was hard to tell when all I could think about was how good looking Xander looked in a suit. But I didn’t get the chance to think about it any further before another man dressed in a t-shirt and jeans came up to us.

“Xander,” the man said as he grabbed Xander’s arm. The man was on teetering on the edge of pissed off and frantic. There’s was a story embedded in the exchange.

His face was pulled into a frown. He looked good I had to admit, but he didn’t look like he belonged in a club. He didn’t even look like he belonged on this side of town where no one would be caught out of their party clothes.

Xander gave him a smile that bordered on a soft smirk. The man didn’t like that very much. Xander gave me a glance and small wave before the two of them disappeared to a dark hallway. I watched them go until I couldn’t even see their outlines of their shadows.

Alone in a sea of strangers, it began to hit me how big of a mistake this all was. Even though I could talk myself into believing I was fixing the problem between Amelia and I, it wasn’t going to change the truth. I would always be the girl who had slept with a woman’s husband.

I stared out into the dance floor. The red lights revealed next to nothing but the forms of grinding bodies.

I wrung my hands over the end of my shirt. The music seemed to get louder and the dancing crowd was becoming more restless. Something about this crowd tonight felt different from the one last week. The club goers from the week before had been young college kids with money and twenty somethings that had a steady job. The people I saw tonight were older, in their thirties most likely and were wearing much more sophisticated clothing than I was use to seeing.

I’m suddenly aware how out of place I am. That must have been Amelia’s plan all along. She was just going to string me alone and embarrass me in front of all these people. What exactly had I expected? Did I honestly think Amelia would forgive me and let me continue to f**k her husband?

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I reached for it and let out an exasperated sigh once I saw the caller ID. Mel. Of f*****g course she would be the one bothering me right now.

I got a flashback to the last time I was in this club. I could clearly see the bartender—who wasn’t the woman from that night but a short dark man—and make out the red hued hallway I’d followed Melanie down.

Beyond that hallway and behind the last door were the secrets of that night I wanted to forget and remember at the same time. Her skin on mine and his rough hands running down my body.

I dismissed Mel’s call and put my phone back in my pocket. I’d made sure the ringer of off.

I was about to ditch the idea of meeting up with Amelia—I don’t even know where she’s at—when a had grabs my wrist. I jerk my hand away.

“Hey, it’s me.”

The lights make it hard to make out her face. However, the closer I look the more I can make out the shape of her eyes and mouth. She’s wearing a red crop top and leather pants. Her dark hair is black ink flowing down her dark shoulders. She looks like a vampire queen looking for her next blood slave.

All thoughts of Mel are forgotten as Amelia leaned forward with a devilish grin on her face. I’m frozen as her lips grazed my ear.

“He’s waiting for you,” she said and there’s no confusion as to who she’s talking about. My heart skips as I imagine Nate sitting in a chair with his legs splayed about. In my fantasy he would order me to crawl on my knees toward him. But it isn’t what I should be thinking about.

Amelia looks at me as if she can clearly read my thoughts. My cheeks burn even more as she leads me past the dance floor and the bar. There’s a platform that I hadn’t noticed until now. It opens up to what I can only describe as the VIP area. It really hadn’t even crossed my mind that there would be a separate section, but this was the fanciest and most exclusive club in the city. I felt like an i***t not thinking about it.

Amelia didn’t let go of my hand as she walked up the stairs. The leather pants clung to her ass with every step. I averted my eyes.

Doubt began to set in. I doubted the reason why I was here and if Nate would actually want me. I mean, he already had Amelia. But I couldn’t get myself to turn around. I’d already made the choice to come here. I couldn’t back out now.

The red hue here isn’t as harsh as it is on the first floor. It’s still just as dark and hard to see, but the vibe is more chill. I guess I could compare it to walking into a rich man’s private strip club.

Because there are half clothed women pole dancing in the middle of the floor.

There are two of them. One is a dark skinned woman slowly dancing to the bass of the music. She’s wearing a gold thong, gold panty hose held up by a gold garter, and gold pumps. Her t**s are covered in a gold sheen of fine glitter. They jiggled as she thrusted her pelvis forward. She ran her hands over her face and through her dark curly hair.

The other woman is dancing on the pole. Her hair is a split between blond and black. She’s wearing an almost identical outfit to the first woman but in a silver color.

She slid up the pole and down into a split. Her hands came up to grab her t**s and she shook them tauntingly at the man reclining back in a plush chair.

I stop just in front of the first table. The lights on the stage help to see the strippers.

“Don’t be nervous,” Amelia said. She grabbed my hand with both of hers. “The show will be starting soon.”

I frown at her. “What show?”

She just smiles.

I would have thought this was the show.

The silver woman kneels over the woman in gold. They kiss sloppily as they rut against each other.

I blush again. I can’t help it. The people, women and men, couples too, are watching the strippers on stage with open fascination. I don’t know how they can make it seem so normal.

We walk to a table unoccupied near the stage. Amelia gestured for me to sit in the chair in the middle. She sat beside me and crossed her legs.

I jumped when her hand slid up my thigh. I looked over at her, but her eyes are focused on something near the back of the stage.

“There he is.”