144 Club

We all casually drink and dance a little at our table, watching Simon move, having a good time in the crowd while workers are setting up the stage for the performance that's going to happen. I catch Simon bumping into the guy from the corner of my eye when he gets to the area he had set up shop.

I knew if I chanced a look that way, it would be too eager and noticeable, so I started chit chatting with Melita.

"So what do you do for a living?"

Melita sits up a little straighter, pride changing her posture, "I'm the head of contract law for my company."

Lirael pops in to the conversation, "Oh wow, that must be challenging. My husband is a lawyer and I know he's very careful when it comes to taking on cases that are about breach of contract lawsuits."

"So what does your man do?" I nudge her with my shoulder. "Come on show us a picture too."

She chuckles, "I'll show you mine if you all show me yours."

Me and Lirael pop out our phones and show her quickly. Her eyes widen as she looks at our husbands.

"Wow! They're both handsome. What about you Alyssa?" Mel turns her attention to her.

Alyssa exchanges a pained look with me, "My husband passed away from cancer. So the majority of my pictures he's sick in them. However, I'll show you my favorite, from our wedding day."

Alyssa pulls up the picture of him, standing proudly waiting for her to walk down the aisle, his weight on the cane by his side, but his smile radiating all the love he has for her.

Mel not knowing anything more than what was just told, hands the phone back. "You can tell he loved you very much. I am sorry he is no longer here."

"My brother did love her, with everything he was. Now, pony up the picture!" I demand grabbing her arm with a smile, trying to reset the jovial mood we were all in.

"This is Jackson. He owns his own company." She shows off a handsome, broad shouldered, well built man with dark hair, hazel eyes, high cheekbones and strong jaw line. He's in the middle of cooking not paying attention focused on what he's doing.

"DAMN!" Lirael exclaims taking a closer look, "I love my husband, but DAMN girl, wow!"

Mel giggles, "Hard to believe we were childhood friends too. He was such a gangly teenager the last time I saw him as one. He went to live with his uncle and we didn't talk for eighteen years. My company was bidding for a project and that's how we met up again." She stares fondly at his picture before putting her phone away.

"Aww... that's so sweet." Alyssa gushes as the lights change in the club.

Simon makes his way over to us, a smile on his face, getting excited.

"Ladies, Ladies, Ladies!" An attractive man comes out onto the stage, "Welcome. Are you ready to watch the show?!"

A roar of shouts echoes through the club.

"Then let me introduce the men you've all been waiting for.... The BAD BOY CREW!"

Men in leather pants, white shirts or tanks and leather vests come out, looking like they just popped out of a fifties greasers movie.

"Oh fuck.." Simon exclaims, covering his face.

"What's the matter?" I ask.

"That's my ex Adam." Simon bites his bottom lip, watching one of the dancers in a tank and vest who was starting the choreography with the other dancers.

"Your ex?!" Mel looks at the stage. "You're ...?" She doesn't finish her words and shakes her head, "Sorry, I just didn't realize." She lowers her head as Simon looks at her.

"Oh darlin, you don't have to apologize. I don't have a tattoo on my head stating the fact." He shrugs it off, and turns his attention to the stage, whistling really loud.

His ex turns his eyes in our direction and spots Simon and smiles widely with a wink.

"This night is only going to get better..." Lirael leans closer to me, watching as Adam, Simons ex, starts making eyes his way and seeming to dance even more erotically knowing his eyes are him.

Simon is dancing with the music, cheering them on, as we cheer with him.

Mel was giggling and fidgeting in her seat watching the men start ripping their shirts off with their vests still on.

The number comes to an end and Mel is right there with us, jumping around and cheering for them.

"Alright ladies! We're going to be picking seven lucking ladies tonight to join these bad boys up on stage!" The screaming that ensues is chaotic. "Now, our guys are going to walk out and pick their ladies. Now remember, manners are a must!"

The guys who had stepped off the stage in just their vests and pants now make their way through the crowd. Adam makes his way over to us and Simon scans us girls.

"Who wants a dance on my behalf?" Simon questions us.

"ME." Lirael is dead serious too as she jumps on the question.

"You can't keep your hands to yourself." Simon scoffs and smiles brightly. "MELITA!"

She turns beet red and starts shaking her hands in front of her, "No, no, no.. Jackson would not... Hey!" Simon grabs her hand and presents her to Adam who nods and smiles.

"It's just a dance Mel!" Simon urges her on and she shyly walks with Adam to get on the stage where chairs are being set up.

"Simon, you're going to scar the poor girl." Lirael scoffs.

"Please, as if." He snorts, "Every body deserves to have a hot man dance like that for them at least once in their life."

"Cheers to that!" I call out, raising my glass.

When I set my glass down, I noticed that our stalker has moved closer to our table. Probably hoping to get a better view of what's going on.

The song starts and Melita who looks embarrassed, uncomfortable, and intrigued, reaches with her eyes, pleading for mercy as Adam rolls his hips in her lap. You see her mouth drop open, watching his body and muscles move. Adam grips her hand and runs it down his chest to his stomach, like the other dancers do, nice and slowly. Then Adam is changing his position having her stand up and slides the chair out of the way, dancing against her back provocatively.

We all watch as Adam picks her up after dancing back around to her front, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

"WOOO HOO! That's it girl!" Simon shouts as Adam takes her down to the ground still grinding his body on her like he was fucking her on stage.

When the song is over, Mel is escorted off the stage and rushes back to us.

"Oh my god! Did you see that!" She shouts, her hair falling out, but eyes ablaze with life. She starts fanning herself, "I'm so glad he's gay. Otherwise Jackson would be upset with me..."

"Bi, darlin. Adam is Bi." Simon corrects her, causing Lirael to kick his ass lightly.

"He's gay." Lirael tells Mel before giving Simon a look that could set wood on fire.

We all notice the stalker guy has moved closer to us now and with a subtle nod of my head, Alyssa gets up and heads towards the bathroom. She's really going to get security though.

Mel is finally cooling down and her phone starts ringing. "Oh! It's Jackson! I need to answer this!"

She grabs my hand with pleading eyes, "Come with me, just in case he wants to speak to one of you."

"Speak to one of us?" I'm confused as she drags me to the bathroom area where it's quieter.

"He will want to..." She answers the phone as soon as we're in the bathroom.

"Good evening, Jacks." She answers.

"I miss you, my Lita." His deep, resonating voice comes through the phone and Mel, blushes.

"I miss you too." She takes a breath and says quietly, "So I am currently out with some new friends I made this evening. Would I be inconveniencing you if I call you later?"

"New friends?"

I don't even know this man and could picture the look of confusion he probably has on his face the way he stated those two words.

"Yes." She blushes and give her a supportive smile.

Lirael was right, this poor girl. No woman, she's my age for crying out loud! Either she has been sheltered all her life or something else, because you can tell. She's not used to being around people in a casual setting.

"May I say hello?" He asks, sounding more alert than he did when he first spoke.

"Of course." She puts the phone on speaker.

"Let me call you right back, Lita. Just a moment." He hangs up and Mel looks confused now.

The idea he's going to video chat her pops in, just as his number reappears on her screen. She answers it and sure enough, there he is.

"Hello, Jackson. I'm Sarina. It's nice to make your acquaintance. Mel has told us a little bit about you." I say as politely as possible.

"Sarina... Yes. Pleasure dear. If I may ask, where are you two?" He references the walls behind us and Mel starts to nervously laugh.

"We are at a strip joint and club. They had a special performance tonight and we invited Mel to join us after running into her at the store and chit chatting." I stick to the barest minimum of facts.

"A strip joint and club... I'm assuming you are drinking then. Do you require me to call my driver to make sure everyone gets home safely?" He seems more concerned at the moment.

"While I greatly appreciate the gesture, that is not necessary. I'm not drinking any alcohol and will make sure everyone gets home safe."

"No alcohol at a strip club?" He cocks a brow in skepticism.

"That's right, I may not look it, but I'm pregnant." I inform him.

He nods, "What's your surname?"

"McNeal. My husband is Dr. Brian Huller if you want to know that too, before you do the background check." I add just a tiny bit annoyed that I could see through him at the moment.

"Would you like my home address, business address and license plate number next?"

His eyes widen with shocked humor. "You know, I think I like her, Lita." He lets out a deep short laugh before going on, "Enjoy yourself. I'm entrusting precious cargo to you, Mrs. McNeal." His attention returns to Mel, "Lita, I'll talk to you in the morning. Goodnight, love." He softly chuckles as Mel blushes and tells him goodnight.

We step out to find a crowd forming around the stage again. We find Lirael and Simon sitting at our seats laughing with Alyssa, waving us over.

We get over there and find the guy who's been following us blindfolded and tied to a chair on stage. Women are all over him, touching and rubbing his chest, head, and shoulders.

"I told security that he'd been touching ladies and even guys without permission. Simon and Lirael confirmed the story I gave them and then Adam jumped in with this idea. No one is allowed to touch his privates though."

The ladies were driving him crazy. "Well then should we get out of here since our job is done?" I suggest and they all agree.

"Hold up." Simon walks over and takes a few pictures before we leave. Once out in the parking lot, Simon runs over to his car and pulls something out of his pocket and sticks it in under the rear bumper, then lets the air out of his passenger front tire that he won't see when he first enters his car later.

We all laugh as we take off and we're only a mile down the road before Simon calls and lets Adam know that we're gone and thanks for looking out. We all hear the playful banter between the two and before Simon hangs up he tells Adam. "You know where I live. Prove it. "

"Oooohhh! Somebody is going to get laid..." Lirael starts, "You're such a dirty slut, Simon. I love it."

"You would. You may be a baby momma now, but you're still my other mother." Simon tilts his head at her.

"Kinky mother. It's kinky mother.,.." The tease shoots out of my mouth and Lirael smiles smugly while Simon sticks his tongue out at me.

Mel's eyes light up. "Kinky? So do you know about bondage?"

I'm quick to jump to the poor girls rescue. "Whoa! You are not ready for Lirael's level of BDSM. That would be like a kindergartener trying to do college chemistry. It'll only end in a confused and stressed out student."

Mel's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates as he posture goes stiff, "Really?" She looks at Lirael with a whole different perspective.