Clean (Part 2)

An hour later, Jenna was asleep in bed, while Charlotte was finishing up Oliver's second lap dance in the Champagne room of Jack's, a local dive bar strip club. The guys were getting a little loud. Even Nick was drunk enough to be having a good time. The red head, with the squeaky voice and short hair was pouring all her talents into Nick. He had already given her almost a thousand dollars, so she was giving her undivided attention to him when her name, Candy, was called to the stage as the next dancer.

When she got there, Candy continued to dance just for Nick. She held his gaze. She treated him like he was the only guy in the lounge. So, of course, Nick was falling for it. His friends were just happy he was having a good time. It was the first good time Nick's friend's had seen him have in a long time. The first one in two years. He had finally lost his inhibitions. This isn't even the kind of thing he would call having a good time. It was just a perfect night to let go a little, maybe a lot?

Candy's dance was as intoxicating as the alcohol. The way she swayed was entrancing. She knew how to move her hips, to make up for the fact that her breasts were not that large. This however wasn't a concern for Nick, who was really enjoying her company, but he didn't like her high squeaky voice. Earlier he mentioned it to Steve, and because he was drunk, was louder than he had intended to be. Nick was concerned she picked up on it, as she became both, more touchy-feely, and more quiet.

Candy was trying to go home with Nick. It wasn't just the money. She was actually beginning to like him, his shyness, and that she was able to draw him out of his shell. She was showing off for him and he liked the attention, especially when she hung upside down on the pole, looking in his eyes and played with him, reaching her arms out to him. Through each song she was playing with her fingers, attempting to draw him into herself, even while at this minor distance. It worked too, Nick was ready to climb on stage.

Oliver, being an obvious regular at the club, asks Charlotte if she knew Candy. "What do you know about her? Any diseases? Boyfriend?" Charlotte giggled, "Nah, she's fine, she broke up with a guy when she first started here like six months ago. I've never seen her go after a customer like this before. It's like she's hitting on him, and he doesn't get it, because he doesn't think a young stripper will suck his old dick. He doesn't know how much of a Silver Fox he is, does he?" Charlotte asked, Oliver. "No, his confidence is shot, his ex-wife fucked him up pretty hard, by cheating on him. We're celebrating his divorce and pre-nup money. He really loved her too. It's like he has PTSD or something now. I'm surprised we even talked him into coming out like this. As you can see he's rather reserved."

As if on a perfectly ironic queue, Nick gives out a shout as Candy finishes up her pole dancing routine. He was making sure she knew he liked her, by telling everyone around him, loudly, until she walked over again. He was certainly drunk at this point in the evening, so the guys made sure he was hydrated properly, by ordering him some water from the bar.

While he didn't refuse, he wasn't interested in drinking water. "Oli, I think I want to eat some Candy." Oliver damn near fell off his chair laughing. It wasn't that funny, but the look on Nick's face was priceless. Oliver hadn't seen him like this in a decade or more. When Candy finally came back, Oli made some excuses to leave and gave up his seat to her, so they could continue to connect; which they did.