while thinking of Alexa. It was official; I had somehow reverted back to a hormone addled fifteen-year-old boy. Fuck. My. Life .
Chapter Eleven
~Alexa
“Tara—Tara Nelson?” David scrubbed his hand over the dark scruff on his face. I couldn’t help but notice that it took his sexiness up a notch. In fact, the more time I spent with him the more attractive he grew to me. That definitely didn’t bode well for either of us.
“Yes, she did graduate with us and we’re still friends.” I ran my hands down my short black dress to smooth out any wrinkles and burrowed deeper into my wool pea coat. I’d forgotten how cold Pittsburgh could get even in the fall. My legs were currently covered in goose bumps, but I primarily only owned dresses for going out since I lived in L.A. “Hey, can we turn the heat up?” I called from the back seat of our Lincoln Town car limo to our driver.
“Yes, ma’am,” Dennis, our nice elderly driver replied.
I returned my attention to David. “You’re the one who wanted to tag along on my visit back home, and since you already knew who I am, then you knew who my friends were and in some cases, such as Tara, still are.”
“Yeah, yeah.” David muttered through clenched teeth. “So where are we going?”
“To a strip club, of course.” I smiled as surprise played across David’s face.
“But why?”
I shrugged. “Why not? I like the vibe of strip clubs sometimes. They’re more exciting than normal clubs, plus Tara works at Erotic Exotica .”
David’s eyes widened. “She does?”
“MmmmHmmm… plus it should be some interesting stuff for you guys to film.” As if on cue both Josh and Mac slid closer to David and the three of them began murmuring about cameras, booms and other technical stuff that was completely boring. I turned my head to stare out the window and tuned them out.
I started out as a stripper myself. In fact, Tara and I had auditioned together. Once I crossed over into porn though, I noticed that there was no love lost between the two camps. Both porn stars and strippers seemed to think they were better than the other. Strippers thought they were a step up because they only took their clothes off for money. And porn stars thought they were the only ones being honest. Most strippers did extra stuff in the back rooms in whichever club they worked in. At least us porn stars were honest about what we really did to make money. And we got tested regularly. It was all a big joke if you asked me. The ones that love the work are all the same at heart. My theory was that both strippers and porn stars are shunned and looked down on by the majority of society so it’s just a way to look down on someone themselves. Everyone wants to look down their nose at something, it seemed.
When our car pulled to a smooth stop in front of Erotic Exotica I immediately jumped out. I was excited to see Tara and I wanted to hopefully have a carefree night of debauchery.
“Alexa!” David snapped, halting me before I could disappear into the club.
I turned and met his gaze sheepishly. I’d agreed to not ditch him, Josh, and Mac while out tonight. They just wanted to follow me around and have me act naturally. “Sorry,” I muttered. “I’m just excited to see Tara.”
“You let her know we’re coming then?”
“No. I wanted to surprise her.” I grinned at David and his annoyance towards me seemed to soften a bit.
“Just let us get our stuff. I promise it’s not going to be as in your face as you think. Filming a documentary requires using what works best for each scenario, and in this case I want to use the small cameras to go almost incognito. We have some great night vision lenses and such we can use as well.”
“Yeah, okay.” I nodded, trying my best to be amicable.
David’s attention was diverted for a few more seconds to Josh and Mac and then the three of them had their little toys and were gathered around me. “Just pretend we aren’t
Chapter Eleven
~Alexa
“Tara—Tara Nelson?” David scrubbed his hand over the dark scruff on his face. I couldn’t help but notice that it took his sexiness up a notch. In fact, the more time I spent with him the more attractive he grew to me. That definitely didn’t bode well for either of us.
“Yes, she did graduate with us and we’re still friends.” I ran my hands down my short black dress to smooth out any wrinkles and burrowed deeper into my wool pea coat. I’d forgotten how cold Pittsburgh could get even in the fall. My legs were currently covered in goose bumps, but I primarily only owned dresses for going out since I lived in L.A. “Hey, can we turn the heat up?” I called from the back seat of our Lincoln Town car limo to our driver.
“Yes, ma’am,” Dennis, our nice elderly driver replied.
I returned my attention to David. “You’re the one who wanted to tag along on my visit back home, and since you already knew who I am, then you knew who my friends were and in some cases, such as Tara, still are.”
“Yeah, yeah.” David muttered through clenched teeth. “So where are we going?”
“To a strip club, of course.” I smiled as surprise played across David’s face.
“But why?”
I shrugged. “Why not? I like the vibe of strip clubs sometimes. They’re more exciting than normal clubs, plus Tara works at Erotic Exotica .”
David’s eyes widened. “She does?”
“MmmmHmmm… plus it should be some interesting stuff for you guys to film.” As if on cue both Josh and Mac slid closer to David and the three of them began murmuring about cameras, booms and other technical stuff that was completely boring. I turned my head to stare out the window and tuned them out.
I started out as a stripper myself. In fact, Tara and I had auditioned together. Once I crossed over into porn though, I noticed that there was no love lost between the two camps. Both porn stars and strippers seemed to think they were better than the other. Strippers thought they were a step up because they only took their clothes off for money. And porn stars thought they were the only ones being honest. Most strippers did extra stuff in the back rooms in whichever club they worked in. At least us porn stars were honest about what we really did to make money. And we got tested regularly. It was all a big joke if you asked me. The ones that love the work are all the same at heart. My theory was that both strippers and porn stars are shunned and looked down on by the majority of society so it’s just a way to look down on someone themselves. Everyone wants to look down their nose at something, it seemed.
When our car pulled to a smooth stop in front of Erotic Exotica I immediately jumped out. I was excited to see Tara and I wanted to hopefully have a carefree night of debauchery.
“Alexa!” David snapped, halting me before I could disappear into the club.
I turned and met his gaze sheepishly. I’d agreed to not ditch him, Josh, and Mac while out tonight. They just wanted to follow me around and have me act naturally. “Sorry,” I muttered. “I’m just excited to see Tara.”
“You let her know we’re coming then?”
“No. I wanted to surprise her.” I grinned at David and his annoyance towards me seemed to soften a bit.
“Just let us get our stuff. I promise it’s not going to be as in your face as you think. Filming a documentary requires using what works best for each scenario, and in this case I want to use the small cameras to go almost incognito. We have some great night vision lenses and such we can use as well.”
“Yeah, okay.” I nodded, trying my best to be amicable.
David’s attention was diverted for a few more seconds to Josh and Mac and then the three of them had their little toys and were gathered around me. “Just pretend we aren’t
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