"Hi, my name is Cinnamon. Would you like a private dance?" Cynthia delivered the words in her sexiest tone hoping to convince the handsome stranger that she was truly a stripper. A flash of confusion passed over the dark haired man as he set his drink down on the small round table in front of him. The Vegas strip clubs thumping music could not drown out the awkward silence that hung between them. Cynthia was quickly reminded that doing every dumb stunt that her girlfriends dared her to do almost always led to terrible embarrassment, but she was never one to back down from a challenge. She slinked confidently to him in her five inch stilettos and placed her hands on the armrests of his chair. "I promise I will make it worth your while." Cynthia oozed with confidence as she moved her generous cleavage directly into his view.
"You are very beautiful Cinnamon but..." Cynthia leaned close to his ear and cut him off whispering quickly.
"Listen, I don't really work here, I'm with the bachelorette party at the table along the back wall. They dared me to come over here and give you a dance. So, can you please just play along?" She moved her face to his and grinned wide raising her eyebrows at him. A smile crept across the corner of his mouth and he began to lean over to see the table behind her. She grabbed his face with both hands. "No! No! No! Don't look! Then they'll know I told you!" His full lips parted revealing a charming smile. Cynthia's confidence swelled as she realized she was about to get her way. She stroked his handsome face and slid her arms around his neck. "Pretty please with sugar on top..." She bit at the bottom corner of her lip and batted her long false lashes at him.
"You really aren't going to take no for an answer are you?" Her eyes widened as she shook her head with a very clear NO written on her face. He chuckled and glanced at his watch.
"Okay, you win... Cinnamon." He spoke her 'working' name with a not so subtle sarcasm to his tone. Cynthia did a happy clap as he sat up in his chair. "But, to be perfectly honest with you." He continued. "I knew that you didn't work here as soon as you walked up." Cynthia stopped adjusting her white micro dress and put one hand on her hip.
"Oh really? So, what exactly gave me away?" Disbelief rang in her words.
"Well, first off you walked right past a table of business men. They are always easy marks in strip clubs." He pointed out the three men who looked to be on an unofficial business meeting. "And secondly I have spent a lot of time at this club and they have never had a girl as hot as you working here." Cynthia's building confidence suddenly faltered as she felt the heat in her cheeks.
"Oh, uh... That's very sweet. Thank you." She smiled at him and momentarily got lost in his piercing brown eyes. Her mind then suddenly shifted to his comment that he spends a lot of time here and she couldn't understand why such a hot guy would choose to spend so much time at a strip club when he could probably get any girl he wanted at a regular bar. She thought about the type of man that would frequent strip clubs and was very grateful that her friends didn't send her to a bald, sweaty, old man that smelled like bad cheese.
"Are you okay Cinnamon?" his innocent look and mischievous smile made it clear to her that he was trying to toy with her. She narrowed her eyes at him, slowly licked her glossed lips and spun around tossing her mane of blonde hair as she went. Feeling the beat of Def Leppard's Pour some sugar on me she slid her French tipped fingers up and down along her bare outer thighs. Her body gyrated like a cobra preparing to strike. As the rock song hit its chorus she slid her white dress up and over her curvy tan hips revealing her tiny white thong to him. She bent forward and, out of his earshot, she whispered to herself.
"Oh, you're quiet now. Aren't you handsome?" She slowly swayed her hips back and forth seductively over his lap. She looked over to her table of friends and they were quietly cheering her on by pumping their fists and throwing prayer bows in her direction. She closed her eyes and gave them a quick raise the roof hand gesture when she felt the sudden smack against her bare ass. She nearly heard the record scratch in her mind as she stumbled forward, eyes wide, and knocked his drink all over the table. She winced as she heard her girlfriend's laughter from across the busy club. Flustered, she pulled her dress back down with both hands and spun around to face him. She spoke through a smile built of pure embarrassment.
"Okayyy... was that really necessary?" His eyes bounced back and forth from her to her table of still laughing friends. His mischievous grin quickly slid to a look of apology.
"I'm so sorry about that. But, Damn! If you'd been sitting where I was sitting... I seriously think you would have smacked it too." Cynthia was instantly reminded of the countless times that her friends had smacked her butt and marveled over it. They had deemed her The girl with the golden ass last year on spring break. She slowly put her knee on the chair between his legs and put her hands on his chest.
"Okay, listen I'm gonna start over but you have to promise... No more booty smacking!" He looked at her with big solemn eyes, crossed his heart, and held up his two fingers in a silent pledge. She smirked and brought her other knee to the chair spreading his knees apart.
"Oh, hold on Cinnamon!" She shot him an aggravated look. "Sorry, would you mind standing back up real quick?" She kept her eyes narrowed on him as she slowly lowered her feet back to the ground and stood up. "I figured since we are starting over we should get something out of the way first" He lifted his hips from the chair and reached into his pant pocket. Cynthia stared at him curiously. He pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to her with the expression of a man paying for his lunch.
"Seriously?" She held the bill like she was holding a dead rodent by its tail.
"Oh, sorry is that not enough?" He reached back into his pocket.
"No, stop! " she put her hand on his arm and leaned in close. "You don't have to pay me. This was my idea remember?"
"Yeah, I know but your friends dared you to come over here and pretend to be a stripper. I know the protocol around here, believe me, I need to pay you first." He glanced around the busy club. "If you don't believe me, just look around." Cynthia processed what he was telling her and realized that although he was clearly still messing with her it would look better to her friends if she was able to turn this into a paying gig. She held the bill at it's opposite corners and snapped it open. She folded it in half then in half again. R.Kelly's song Bump n Grind began to play and she immediately began to sway to its soulful beat.
