“What on earth possessed you to come here? To think this was a good idea?” I laugh, awkwardly scratching my elbow as I follow my friend inside this dodgy strip club. We’re looking at possible to-do’s for another friend of ours her bachelorette party, but as far as I’m concerned we haven’t gotten anywhere at all.
“Come on, it’s the all too known cliché. Sophia lives for sappy clichés. This would be the best thing about the whole day.” Sheila wiggles her eyebrows in my direction as she walks further into the club.
“I personally believe you’re getting a knock out of me feeling uncomfortable.” I groan, following behind her as I try to avert my gaze from half naked ladies serving drinks. “As if you don’t enjoy the finesse of a toned male figure.” She scolds me. All I can do is shrug my shoulders as I slide into the bar stool beside her. “Of course, but if I’m willing to pay to see one is a whole different ordeal.”
I see her lips purse and I can’t help but grin. I didn’t mind going to a strip club but I know Sheila would be blowing this way out of proportion. “Y/n, do me a favour and give it a chance before you completely blow this off, alright?” She turns to me and grasps my outstretched hand, squeezing it as she grants me with her puppy dog eyes.
“Well, because you asked so nicely.” I laugh, clapping my hands together before beckoning a waiter over. “Rum coke. Double. Thank you.” I immediately mumble as she approaches us, making sure to make eye contact instead of staring at her voluptuous bosom.
I see him right away. Slight darker skin tone, carbon black messy hair and an arrogant yet vibrant smile uncovering his pearly white teeth. He’s wearing nothing else than a pair of boxers, and I can’t help but imagine him alongside Channing Tatum in Magic Mike. He would fit right in - and I would’ve watched the shit out of that movie.
He notices us and grins slyly, slowly swaying his hips as he moves closer towards us.
“Ladies.” He nods his head as he approaches, Sheila’s eyes growing three times their normal size - which is usually quite big already, might I add - as she gives the mystery male a very thorough once over.
“What gives us the honour of having such nice ladies as you over this fine evening?” The male speaks as his eyes twinkle underneath the dim lighting, leaning against the freshly polished stage in front of us.
“Seeing what you have to offer around here.” Sheila speaks without a hiccup, making the blush rise on my cheeks. “Our friend is getting married and we’re planning the bachelorette.” She adds, smirking before she throws me a look, showing the male I am also involved in her shenanigans.
“Well I guess I’ll have to show you what we have to offer then. Calum Hood, lead dancer, if I can put it like that.” He chuckles and I think it’s my new favourite sound. If this were a movie, my eyes would be twinkling underneath the dim lighting of this rather filthy strip club, and he would be smirking down at me. Well, the last part was true.
“It’s mainly for my friend – we’re just the entourage.” I mumble, averting my gaze to the table in front of me where my drink had appeared – something I hadn’t even noticed happening.
“Well,” Calum slides onto the table, his muscular torso right in front of my wandering eyes, “We do offer an arrangement for bridal parties. It’s a private room, a few dancers if I’m not mistaken. Isn’t that expensive either.”
“What do you think? Sounds like something Sophia would be happy with.” Sheila turns to me, seeming unfazed by what was in front of us.
“Are you sure she’ll be happy with that? I mean…” I trail off, frowning and staring off into the distance. I hear Calum scoff and I glance at him through the corner of my eyes.
“Then I guess I’ll have to convince you, don’t I?” Calum mumbles before he raises to his feet. He disappears to the side of the stage, while the lights dim. A new tune starts playing and I momentarily jump in my seat when a harsh white spotlight appears right before our eyes.
Calum appears on stage and while he walks to the centre, he sways his hips to the beat of the music. It’s mesmerizing to watch how he immediately takes over the stage, owns it and seems to have fun up there. He is in his comfort zone and that makes watching him all the more enlightening.
I’m mesmerized by his movements. It’s sensual, almost freeing and a real pleasure for the eye. Now that I give it a second thought, I think this would be even better if he was wearing more clothing so he could take it off. Just the thought of him doing said clothing removal during the bachelorette party gets my cheeks all tainted pink and a weird, unnerving feeling to erupt in my stomach.
It ends too soon, in my opinion, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand as he retreats to the back of the stage where he came from.
“That’s just a little bit of what you could expect.” Calum sighs as he stops right in front of us again, sweat dripping from the side of his face as he smiles brightly towards us. I bite my inner cheek as I try to suppress the grin that’s growing onto my features, before I speak.
“Well then, are you available in the third week of August?” I smirk, batting my eyelashes as Calum lets out a loud laugh. “Then I guess you’ll see us again.” Sheila smiles as her fingers curl around my arm, hoisting me up to my feet. “But for now, we have to leave. We still have a lot of things to figure out, right Y/n?” Sheila gives me a pointed look, smirk half hidden by the bad lighting. I feel the blush creep onto my cheeks as I glance from Calum to my mate. “Uh, yeah, yeah you’re right.”
We bid our goodbyes and I can’t help but glance back once more over my shoulder, seeing Calum still staring at our retreating figures. The sun light is harsh on my skin and I shield my eyes, trying to figure out where we were again.
“We definitely need to come back here.” I chuckle, cheeks tainted a bright red as I avoid Sheila’s gaze. “Of course you think that now. ” She nudges me in my ribs and motions for me to follow her to our right, to our next destination.