The following story can best be classified as "Creative Non-Fiction." The events the story are based upon ones that took place, but the names (where included), locations and descriptions have all been changed to protect the innocent (as they used to say on "Dragnet").
This is part 4 of a 4 part series, the first part being 'First Chance at Fifteen Minutes of Fame,' the second part being 'Second Chance at Fifteen Minutes of Fame,' and the third part being 'Second Chance at a Second Chance.'
All characters in the story are at least 18 years old.
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Third Chance is a Strikeout
I am awed by the size of the house I am in for an after party following one of those award shows, the ACM's or CMA's, I always get those two confused, in Las Vegas. I had heard the singer whom I had a rocky affair with was supposed to be at the award show, so I hopped on my bike and rode down to see if I could find her. Her band had dissolved in the year since I had seen her last and she had recorded a self titled solo album where a couple of the songs had seen some air play time on country radio.
I never did find her, but I bumped into my cousin who was in town negotiating with a fight promoter to create a new company featuring a new style of fighting which was emerging and all the rage in the business. He asked me to sit with him at his table on the floor instead off my seat near the rafters of the building. It was exciting to be among the performers, a reminder of my exploits during the period where I worked security at the concert venue, and I saw several people whom I had previously introduced to.
When the show was over, my cousin invited me to the after party at his potential business partner's house and the place is packed with stars plus many of the up and coming performers who would dominate the music scene for the foreseeable future. among the stars present, I was introduced to the future wife of an artist I had known since my security days. She is a star in her own right and together they would top the charts over and over again.
It is getting late and I am debating whether to get a hotel room for what is left of the night or ride the six hours or so it would take me to get home when I notice a beautiful woman standing at the makeshift bar set up for the event. Ner nearly floor length, black sequined gown is completely backless and displays her figure nicely. Her narrow waist flairs to nicely curved hips and butt. The dress is cut so low, I swear I can see the top of her ass cleavage.
As I step up to get a drink, she glances at me, giving me the once over as I do the same. Her smile tells me she appreciates what she sees because I know I do. Her hair, which reaches mid back and is what I initially thought was a dark mahogany is actually closer to purple. This contrasts sharply with the neon red tips which match the color of her lipstick on her pouty, bow-shaped lips and the polish on her long fingernails. Looking closer, I see that her nails have black triangles, leaving the red in a claw shape. Her deep blue eyes are a few shades darker than my own and heavily made up with black eyeliner and black mascara on her long lashes. The round shape of her face is accentuated with a curled tendril of hair on each side while the rest is held back with a clip at the base of her neck. The gown is full in front, only tapering above her heavy breasts to a collar holding it up, leaving her shoulders bare. Her left thigh is exposed by way of a slit in her dress which shows off her stocking clad leg.
"Hi," she says before I get a chance. I exchange pleasantries with her as I notice her glass is empty before her.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I offer.
"They're free," she giggles.
"Then I'll buy you two," I state, dead pan in my tone.
"What?" she says. "You trying to get me drunk already?"
"No," I reply. "I just like being in your company."
"But you don't know me," she says softly.
"I'm trying to remedy that," I say and give her a smile. She smiles back, big enough I see her teeth, bright white and perfect. She nods and I call over the bartender. I end up with some fancy imported beer, the only thing stocked, while she orders a dirty martini.
When he sets the drinks in front of us, she thanks him by name, indicating she either knows him or has been standing at the bar long enough to get to know him. I hope for the prior because such a woman should not be left alone, especially at a party like this one. We take our drinks and wander outside. It is a little cool, but for me it is balmy for this early in the year.
On the deck overlooking the pool, I find out she is a ring card girl who struts around the boxing ring between rounds, holding up a large numbered card while displaying her assets.
"That doesn't sound like full time work," I state.
She twirls the olives around in her drink and then she grasps one between her teeth. Her tongue darts out slightly to capture a droplet on her lips and replies, "It's not." She gives me a salacious smile. "I also work at Little Darlings."
I'm not exactly sure what that means and I tell her so. She leans in close and whispers in my ear, "I'm an exotic dancer. You should come see me sometime."
"You mean I have to come to the club to see you naked?" I reply.
She contemplates my question for a moment and then giggles. Finishing off her drink, she says, "Why don't you escort me to the little girl's room?" She slips her arm in to the crook of mine and starts pulling me inside before I have time to respond.
I know where the guest bathroom is on this level, but she heads off the other way. Leading me upstairs, she stops in front of an open door. Expecting to wait for her, I am shocked when she tugs me inside and kicks the door closed. Pressing her body against mine, I take it as an invitation to kiss her, something I have wanted to do since I first set eyes on her.
One hand goes to the back of her neck and the other on her lower back as our lips touch. She meets the kiss open mouthed, her tongue enticing mine into her mouth as the kiss deepens. I try to pull her closer, only to be blocked by her hands. They are busy unfastening by belt and tugging my dress slacks down.
She breaks the kiss and sinks to her knees in front of me. "You don't have to do that," I state.
"Shut up and enjoy your audition," she says. She lick me along the length of my manhood.
"What audition?" I gasp as she swallow me, shoving me down her throat.
