Could This Be Love - S04 E06

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Could This Be Love - S04 E06

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“W hat a f-----g douchebag,” the
brunette called Julietta muttered.

Kyle did the only thing he could
think of to remedy the situation.
He tipped over Ed’s inflatable, dumping him
sideways into the river.

Thankfully the girls all laughed as he came up
spluttering and the tension was eased. Over the
next couple of hours they hung out with the
girls, Kyle mostly chatting to Julietta, Casey to
Margarita, while Ed tried unsuccessfully to get
chatting with Shanice and Jessica, much to
everyone’s amusement.
With it being late in the afternoon though, the
girls announced they had to head off.

“You guys want to meet up tonight at a party
we’re going to? It’ll be around midnight, if
that’s not too late,” Julietta said, placing her
hand on Kyle’s arm.
“I think we should be out partying by then,” He
grinned. “Where about?”
“Meet us in Club Boca. Know where that is?”
“Sure,” He nodded. “We passed it last night.
You want to give me your number?”
She shook her head, but smiled. “I wouldn’t
hear my phone anyway. Maybe later,” She said,
winking.

“I’ll look forward to it,” Kyle replied.
As the girls got out at the steps, Kyle casually
back-paddled his inflatable, watching as they
got out the water. Jessica was the first out, a
thin blonde with a black one-piece making her
skin look very pale. Second out was Shanice, a
black curvy girl with a dazzling smile and nice
hips, followed by Margarita, the most tanned of
the group.

Kyle smiled, knowing why Casey had hit on
her. She had by far the nicest body of the group
and was the tallest by a couple of inches. Long
dark hair tied in a ponytail, a black bikini, tight
and firm all over, and an ass that reminded
him of Jennifer Lopez.
Last out was Julietta, the girl he’d spent the last
couple of hours chatting with. Her multi-
coloured one-piece was slashed red and gold
and showed her off quite nicely. She was
average height, and pretty much average build.
Nice ass, bit of a nice cleavage, nice legs.
Despite there being nothing outstanding about
her, Kyle found her the most attractive of the
four.

Julietta turned and waved to Kyle. “Remember.
Midnight.”
“We’ll be there,” He waved back.
“Feel free to forget the douchebag,” She called
as she disappeared.
“The douchebag will be coming,” Ed shouted
loud enough for half the park to hear. Realising
everyone was looking at him, he
muttered,”Shit,” then tipped himself into the
water.

“Come on!”
“He’s got the bit between his teeth on this one,”
Casey admitted.
“I know,” Kyle grunted. Ed had been going at
them non-stop for the last hour about hitting a
strip club, but Kyle and Casey were reluctant.. It
wasn’t that Kyle was against looking at naked
women writhing all over him, but it was the
amount of money they’d spend.
Three times in the past couple of years the
three of them had gone to strip-bars and each
time Kyle and Casey had spent over two
hundred bucks each, while Ed had spent
everything he had, and ended up relying on his
friends to get him home again afterwards.

Given they were planning on hitting the clubs
to meet up with the girls later, Kyle and Casey
were reluctant to let Ed loose or they’d end up
paying for him all night.
“It’ll be fun, fuckers. Come on,” Ed repeated.
“We’ll see some t--s, some hot ass, some wet
p---y. Maybe even get a couple of girls to give
us a private show, know what I mean?” He
winked.

Kyle knew what he meant. He meant that Ed
would chip in his last twenty bucks and Kyle
and Casey would have to put in a hundred each
so that the three of them could sit there and
feel awkward watching two chicks play with
each other for a couple of minutes. Then they
wouldn’t have enough money to do anything
else.

“Ed, we can visit strip clubs back home. I want
to get laid, and that doesn’t happen with
strippers,” Kyle pointed out. “I want to meet the
girls later.”

“Yeah,” Cased added. “You can’t control
yourself in these places man.”
“Alright fuckers, what do I need to do to
convince you not to be lame-ass cunts and go?”
Ed said quickly, his gaze darting between his
two friends. Kyle could see how eager he was.

“How much money have you got left, Ed?” Kyle
asked.
“Two hundred and four bucks. We f-----g
leave tomorrow, guys. Pickup at ten past
eleven,” Ed said. “Come on, let’s jjust go nuts,
party like mother-fuckers and leave it all out
there.”

“I’ll go if you give me one hundred and four
bucks to keep for you until after we leave the
strip club,” Casey said after a moment.

“What? No f-----g way, cocksucker,” Ed
blurted. “That’s my cash.”
“Yeah, but Casey’s got a point,” Kyle argued
quickly. “It’s gonna cost us at least twenty
bucks to get into the club, plus drinks and then
a cab back here. Throw in some food
tomorrow. You can’t afford to spend more than
a hundred in a strip bar.”
“Hundred and four bucks,” Casey said, holding
out his hand.

“No f-----g way,” Ed said. “Stop being such a
bunch of f-----g cockblockers.”
“Yeah, I’m not going unless you give the cash to
Casey either,” Kyle said, crossing his arms.
“Or you can go out yourself, go to the stripclub
on your own, and then wait for us to get in, but
we’re not giving you any cash at all. Not even
tomorrow,” Casey added.
“F-----g bitches. What the f--k?” Ed protested,
but his resistance crumbled a moment later.

“Okay, okay. Hundred and four bucks, but I
want that f-----g green back the second we
leave the strip club, cunts.”
“Okay,” Casey shrugged, while Kyle grinned
and headed into the bathroom for a shower
and a shave. He really wanted to impress
Julietta tonight. Or whatever her real name was.

Derriere’s Gentleman’s Club, the sign said
outside.
“This place looks like a dive,” Kyle muttered
quietly. Still it did offer fully nude dances and
you could bring in your own booze.

“Come on, losers,” Ed grinned, a six-pack
tucked under his arm. “Let’s go see some
shaking milk-bombs and wide open tampon-
tunnels!”
Kyle shook his head at Ed. Sometimes the guy
could be such a d--k, but his vocabulary for
slang terms when it came to the female
anatomy was inexhaustible.
“Dude,” Casey said. “If you call them that in
front of any woman you’re never gonna get
laid.”
“I do fine, fucktard,” Ed grinned. “Come on,
let’s go.”

Kyle followed Ed and Casey into the club,
paying the steep twenty five dollar door fee.
The club looked a lot better inside than it did
outside, and there must have been a hundred
guys in the room, with a bit of a relaxed policy
of under twenty-one getting applied by the
security staff. There was even a table of women
across the room, getting cheers as one of them
slipped a note into the g-string of a dancer.

True to the advertising, a dancer was on
another stage, gyrating around a pole, dressed
only in black stockings and heels.

“Full nudity, bitches,” Ed announced.
“Come on, let’s go get a table,” Kyle said, keen
to get out of earshot of the security before Ed
got them bounced right back out the door.
They sat down around a small table with four
armchairs and within thirty seconds Ed was
waving a twenty at a tall, skinny redheaded
dancer with underwear the same colour as her
hair.
“You looking for a dance, sugar?” she asked,
her accent betraying her East-european origins.
“You better f-----g believe it, baby,” Ed
grinned, leaning forward in his chair.

“Follow me, big boy,” she purred, taking him
by the hand and leading him off through an
archway draped with strings of silver beads.
“He’s gonna get kicked,” Kyle laughed.
“Yep,” Casey nodded. “No chance he can keep
his hands to himself.”
“Bet you five bucks it takes less than two…”

Kyle’s voice trailed off as he caught sight of a
familiar face. “That’s Julietta…. from the
waterpark!”

She was about thirty feet across the room, with
long black curly hair, tied up at the back and
dressed in black and silver underwear that
showed off her body to perfection. She stood
amidst a table of four guys, baiting them on to
buy a dance.

“The stripper with the long dark hair?” Casey
asked, looking where Kyle’s gaze was fixed.

“That a wig she’s got on, bro?”
“Must be.” Julietta’s hair was cut in a short bob
that swept to one side, but her hair was a
similar shade to the wig she was wearing. “She
never said she was a f-----g stripper. Business
student at Berkeley, she told me.”

“Well, if she’s working here, she must have
been planning to blow us off,” Casey pointed
out. “I wonder if the rest of the girls work here
too. I’m going for a look.” Kyle nodded as Casey
got up and left the table.
He watched Julietta for a minute or two, feeling
pretty disappointed that she’d lied to him today.

He genuinely thought they were getting on
good, that there was a mutual attraction there,
and he felt optimistic about his chances tonight.
Not now though.

“Hey baby,” Kyle heard as he felt a touch on his
arm. He turned to see the dancer from the stage
when they’d first come in, now with a tight
black dress on to supplement her stockings and
heels.

“Hi,” he replied, not really sure what to say.

“You gonna spend the night looking at Sahara
from afar, or would you like to look at Piper
close up?” she purred quietly.
“Erm… which one are you?” Kyle asked,
confused.

The dancer laughed. “I’m Piper, sweetie. The
girl over there is Sahara. You looking for a
dance with me?” She lowered her voice and
whispered in his ear. “I don’t tease like she
does. I deliver.”

“Mind if I ask something?” Kyle blurted,
partially intoxicated by Pipers perfume, but
determined to get to the bottom of the Sahara/
Julietta thing.

“As long as it ends up with you and me having
some private time, sweetie,” she replied,
turning and sitting on his knee, her stocking-
clad legs crossing on his lap.
“Sahara,” Kyle began. “I met her today, at the
water park. Is her real name Julietta?”
To his surprise Piper laughed. “I think you’re
getting her confused with someone else,
sweetie. Sahara wasn’t at no waterpark today.
The girl can’t even swim.”
Kyle frowned. “She was only on the lazy river
anyway. It’s only four foot deep.”

“Trust me, sweetie,” Piper smiled. “Sahara
wasn’t at no water park today. And her name
ain’t Julietta neither.”
“Well if it wasn’t her, she must have a frickin
twin in town,” Kyle said, turning back to look at
the brunette that was the spitting image of the
girl he’d spent two hours talking to that
afternoon.

“Anyway, enough about Sahara,” Piper said,
whispering in his ear once more. She shifted
her hips slightly on his lap, getting his
attention. “Let’s you and me go for a dance.”

Kyle felt drawn in two directions. He really
wanted to get a dance with Sahara to find out if
it was Julietta or not, but Piper had been very
helpful, her scent was intoxicating and her butt
felt very nice as it wriggled on his lap.

She stood up and took his hand, then cocked an
eyebrow at him. “Let’s go.”
Before the dance Piper said she delivered, but
Kyle honestly thought he’d had much better
lapdances. It was as if her heart wasn’t in it,
and neither were her acting skills. He gave her
twenty bucks anyway for going through the
motions, thanked her and then returned to
Casey, joined a moment later by Ed.

“Woo, mother fuckers,” Ed crowed as he sat
down heavily. “That girl was all over me like a
fat kids tongue on chocolate ice cream.”

“You just had a lapdance and all you can think
of to describe it is a fat kid licking ice cream?”
Casey laughed. “Dude, that’s f----d up.”
“That’s not what I f-----g meant,” Ed said
quickly but the damage was done and while
Kyle kept an eye on Sahara, Casey kept getting
digs in on Ed.
“Hey, did you find her friends here?” Kyle
asked Casey, remembering his friends search.

“No, man. They’re not here. I even asked if
there was girls on their break through the back,
but the bartender said they were all working
because it was so busy.”
“I asked one of the other dancers and she said
it’s not her,” Kyle explained. “Her name’s
Sahara apparently.”
“Stripper names are hot!” Ed added.

Kyle and Casey ignored him. “Do you think she
was telling the truth?” Casey asked. “Be a
shame if it was her and the girls weren’t going
to meet us, but if it’s just someone who looks
like her then the girls might still be at Club Boca
at twelve.”
“She said that Sahara can’t swim, and definitely
wasn’t at the waterpark today.”
“You should get her over for a dance,” Casey
suggested. “You can ask her yourself.”

“I’m waiting for her to be done with those
guys,” Kyle explained.
“F--k that shit,” Ed said getting up. “I’ll go get
her.”
“F--k no!” Kyle said quickly while Casey
grabbed Ed’s wrist. “You’re not exactly Mister
Tact-And-Diplomacy, Ed.”
“So? She’s only a stripper and I know how to
talk to strippers.”
“Yeah? What about the four guys she’s talking
with though?” Casey pointed out.

“Man, you’re such a p---y,” Ed stated. Much as
Kyle didn’t like to agree with Ed on much, what
he said was true. Casey would avoid any kind
of potential physical confrontation and if one
happened he was off like a scalded cat. He had
no problem talking with women, but if there
was other guys nearby showing an interest he’d
avoid them like the plague rather than risk
starting something.
“Ed, have a seat, man,” Kyle said. “I’ll get her
as soon as she’s done with those guys, okay?
Besides, there’s no big rush. We don’t have to
be at the club for another hour.”

“Yeah, man,” Casey added. “It’s probably not
even her anyway.”
“Whatever, bitches,” Ed said, taking a seat and
opening another of his beers.
They sat there for another half an hour while
Sahara took three of the guys individually in for
dances, with Kyle biding his time. Ed
disappeared for another two lapdances and
Casey went for one. Another dancer
approached Kyle but he declined the offer and
after that the dancers seemed to leave him
alone.

By the time Sahara returned after the third
dance and the fourth guy at the table declined a
dance with her, Kyle was about ready to hop
out his chair and go over but she turned and
looked right at him and then strutted over.

It was so bizarre, he thought to himself as he
saw absolutely no flicker of recognition on her
face.
“Hey, gorgeous,” she said as she sat on the arm
of his chair, and he knew there and then it
wasn’t Julietta. It was her voice. It was
different. A completely different tone. Different
accent. More husky and a little more Southern
than Julietta’s Manhattan twang.
“Your name’s Sahara, right?” Kyle said, more
for a way of starting the conversation off.
“That’s right,” she nodded slowly. “A little bird
told me you’re looking for some quiet time with
me.” She didn’t ask a question but made it a
solid statement.
“Yeah, see today I was at a waterpark and I met
this girl.”
“And she teased you, am I right?”

“Not exactly,” Kyle replied, a nervous smile on
his face. He couldn’t get over how much she
looked like Julietta. “I met this girl and you two
are unbelievably similar. I thought you were
her.”

“Well I don’t have any sisters, and I wasn’t at
any waterparks today. I was too busy working
on my all over tan,” she said, making every
word sound seductive. “Want to go to a private
room so I can show you it?”
“Em… sure,” Kevin replied. He’d spent most of
his time in the club watching her, and if it
wasn’t Juletta then he wanted her to dance for
him. If it was Julietta, then even better. He
handed her the twenty bucks he had held in his
hand for the last half hour.
“Follow me,” she said firmly. “What’s your
name, handsome?”
“Kyle.”
“You already know my name.”
“Sahara.”
“Shall I tell you what else you know?” she said,
dragging the beads out the way and beckoning
him through the archway.
“Sure,” Kyle stammered, feeling suddenly more
nervous now than he had since his first ever
time in a strip club.

“That I’m going to give you a dance you’ll
remember for the rest of your life,” she purred.
Her hand dragged him into a small booth to the
right of the archway and he thumped into the
seat. A single light shone down in the booth
from above and music pumped from speakers
high on the walls throughout the room.
“Remember, no touching, Kyle,” she breathed
in his ear as she sat down astride his lap. She
sat upright, her thighs either side of his and
took a hold of his wrists, then paused a second,
giving him a curious look.
“What’s up?” he asked, intensely aware of her
chest inches from his face and the weight of her
body on his.

“Nothing,” she said quietly as if breaking from
a trance. She took his wrists and placed them
either side of him on the chiar. “Keep your
hands there, Kyle. You’re not gonna need
them.” Then she winked. “I know you’ve been
watching me for a while now.”
Without a seductive smile, Sahara leaned back,
her pelvis pressing into his and she continued,
arching her back until her head was on the
small table in the booth. Then, in time with the
pulsing music, she began to pump her hips on
his, as if she was riding him.
Kyle took a deep breath as his body
immediately responded to this sultry woman
gyrating on him, grinding her crotch on his
through her thin black panties with the silver
lace.

Sahara bumped him extra hard, then four beats
later the same again, then once more. Her hips
resumed their quick movement, rocking on him
in time with the music.
“Oh Jesus,” he muttered, feeling his c--k begin
to rise in his jeans. With his hands at his sides
he could feel it getting thicker and longer,
growing down the right leg of his trousers.
Without adjustment it was going to get painful.
Sahara flicked herself back upright on his lap, a
graceful and erotic movement that placed her
chest right in front of his face. Kyle licked his
lips, acutely aware of her breathing and the rise
and fall of her breasts.
He felt Sahara’s hand slip around behind his
neck and she began to slowly ride him, as if on
a bucking bronco in slow motion, grinding her
hips on him, her flat taught stomach rolling
with each movement.
“Oh Jesus,” he repeated.

Her hands came up to her chest, barely a foot
from his face and her finger glided slowly over
her bra, tender fingertips caressing the material
until they met in the middle. A smooth graceful
motion had the front clip undone and then she
rolled her head back and t----t her chest
forward as her bra slid off her shoulders.

The luxurious full shape of her breasts moved
within inches of Kyle’s face and as his mouth
dropped open of it’s own volition, suddenly she
swung away again, her left hand landing on his
forehead. Kyle felt his head being held firmly
agianst the seat as Sahara rose onto her knees,
her breasts hovering deliciously over his open
mouth.
He watched in agonisingly close detail as her
free hand caressed her n----e for a moment,
her face invisible in the silhouette of the
overhead light, and then she brought it towards
his mouth. Kyle’s tongue flickered out, so close,
aching to taste her tight little pink nub, longing
to suck it into his mouth and pleasure her.

Her body swayed, bringing her n----e closer
then swinging away out of reach by a few
inches, then back again once more. Kyle’s
tongue darted out at each swaying movement,
but her hand held his head firmly in place, his
tongue as little as an inch out of reach of it’s
target.

He groaned, an involuntary sound that brought
her n----e closer. His tongue stretched out, as
far as he could make it reach and he strained as
she inched her breast in, closer and closer until
he was sure he would be able to lick her n----e.
He positively ached for it, and it was all he
could do to keep his hands at his sides and not
drag her into his mouth.

She released his head from the seat, but before
Kyle could smother her n----e in his mouth she
stood up, swaying her hips from side to side
above him, slowly shuffling backwards for a
moment, before she suddenly dropped to a
crouch.