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Banging Nipples in the Hot Tub |
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That hot tub in Platinum's Centerville club got a lot of action--from me that is. Don't know about the other guys. Usually too smashed to pay much attention. At first they had it in the main room so everyone could see you doing it in the hot tub with a girl---if you were doing it at all. Later, they had a special room off to the side and that's where the hot tub went which gave both the guy and the girl a little privacy. I could care less about the privacy. Once I became known for doing hot tubs with one or two girls others would latch onto me and ask: "Wanna do a hot tub with me?" Sure surprised me when a gal who had been my waitress started dancing one or two nights a week and asked me to do a hot tub with her.
"Helen, I said to her, "When I do a hot tub I want it all. I'm not in there to play games. I'm sure you don't want to go as far as I want to go."
"Try me," she said. "You give me the money and I'll buy the rubber."
I really didn't want to do it with, Helen. Somehow fucking the waitress just didn't seem to be right and although she was attractive, her figure just didn't seem to strike me the way other gals' did. I had thought my forwardness would have put her off. That had been my way of saying no but she took me up on the proposition right off. But I gave my money to Helen. She gave the bar its share and I took off into the men's room with the swimming trunks I had just gotten from the club.
Bare-chested and now wearing the swimming trunks on my way over to the hot tub the club's manager intercepted me. Then said....."I know how you are. I don't want to see you having sex with the waitress. Understand me?" I nodded, then mumbled something like--"Oh I wouldn't do that, then made my way to the hot tub to meet Helen.
Everyone could see us frolicking around in the hot tub. What they couldn't see was what we were doing beneath the water's surface. I had paid my money and expected the works. And got it.
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A week or so after that I got hold of Nipples, who's Lori Mellon, in my novel, "Death on the Wild Side" to do a photo shoot at my farm. Back then I was shooting 35 mm and I just wasn't getting the results I'd get later shooting digital. "Death on the Wild Side" was getting close to publication and I hoped to put Nipples, the novel's main female character, on its cover. I picked her up but she wanted to go to the club first to apply for a job as a dancer.
I had told her about doing the hot tub with the waitress. Either at the bar or in the car on the way over. She had worked for the club manager before over at Platinum in Brooklyn so I thought everything would run smoothly since the manager knew what she could do. Instead he took his sweet time getting to her. In no time she had the application filled out. The club required a stage audition before it would hire a girl but in her case I felt the Centreville club would waive the audition. We had several drinks together and the manager had still not gotten back to her yet. That was when she started shooting off her mouth.
"He's taking his sweet time because he's mad at Jack for fucking the waitress in the hot tub," she blurted out from her bar stool so everyone around us could hear her.
I was mortified. Couldn't believe my ears and that she had the nerve to yell out within earshot of the manager that I had fucked his waitress. But that was Nipples. One never knew what to expect from her. Which was one of her most endearing traits-----and most dangerous.
When the manager told her to come back on another night to audition for him, she grabbed me by the arm and said, "Let's get out of here." I had never wanted to come in the first place. Just wanted to take pictures of her for the novel and had agreed to pay her to have her pictures in the book. She looked terrible, as if she had not slept the night before. Then again, she always looked good to me. I liked her that much then. The farm was around eighty miles away so we went there and took a few pictures, and played around on the coach leg wrestling each other. Then I took her home.
The pictures turned out to be unusable. After all, she was the book's main female character, the kind of woman a man would lust after and although she was still Nipples and still desirable to me, the pictures showed her at her worse, and didn't show her off as the femme fatale of the strip clubs I wrote about.
That night she admitted to me that she had been doing acid the night before the photo shoot.
*****
Nipples got the job. Later on she'd end up calling me one morning from a jail cell, leaving me a message but I wasn't home that morning so somebody else bailed her out. For a few weeks she was one of the favorites of Charlie, who was one of the club's managers who I'd become friends with through the years. But that night Nipples just went off, screaming epithets at Charlie, drunk and believing she had stolen something from her. Several of the club's employees tried to settle her down but she wound up trying to slug Charlie then succeeded in punching the club's doorman. The cops wound up hauling her out of the place in hand cuffs. That's the Nipples I knew. Wildest stripper I had ever met.
The club had moved its hot tub off into its own little room by the time Nipples started working there. We ended up doing a few hot tubs together but there's two times we did it in the hot tub that I really remember. Because I was usually too drunk to remember much of it and so was she. There was that time Sahara used to be our waitress, the same Sahara who would later become a good friend of mine when the club changed ownership and its name to Visions which would remove the hot tub.
Above our heads in the hot tub was a surveillance camera. Once again I was pretty drunk and started to take my swim trunks off in the hot tub which would give me better access to Nipples. She wanted me to keep them on but I just took them off anyway, laughing as I slid them towards the bottom of the hot tub. That was part of the fun. Pissing Nipples off. I don't remember exactly what happened but for one reason or the other we had to get out of the tub in a hurry. Probably ran out of time. At first I tried to put my whole body into one leg of the trunks which didn't work at all. I was so drunk that I struggled with those trunks trying to get all of me into that single leg and I must have been picked up by the camera. Then I ended up getting the swim trunks on ass backwards and paraded once again bare-chested back to the men's room where I changed into my jeans and sport shirt.
Still, Nipples and I had not had enough to drink yet so we ended up sitting at a table and I don't remember if we sat there by ourselves or with other people. Then Sahara, our waitress, came up to us and said to me, "Jack, Taylor wants to talk with you in the office. She wants you to come in there right now."
No big deal. Talking to managers that is. I just went into that office, then caught one of those stares that told me, "You screwed up big time, Jack." Taylor was this fairly large black woman who sometimes danced at the other club in Brooklyn.
"Jack, I've got you on the tape. Sitting naked in that hot tub then struggling to get into your trunks."
"Cool," I thought to myself. "I hope they made a movie out of it. Even buy myself a ticket." Then Taylor went on---"I should fire Nipples for pulling a stunt like that and kick you out of this club, but she's been a pretty good employee. So I'm not going to. Just don't do that again."
"Oh, don't worry Taylor," I replied. "I'll not let you catch me doing that again. (although I sure didn't plan on giving up on having sex in the club's hot tub).
Back at the table Nipples and I continued to drink together. I hadn't even finished my beer before Sahara came back to us again and said to Nipples: "Taylor wants to see you in the office." Nipples returned five minutes later. What Taylor said to her is anyone's guess. The main thing is that we were allowed to stay there and drink. After all, drinking's important to me.
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A little blonde used to work in this club. Around five feet tall. She was a straight up and up whore both inside and outside the club. That's how she made her money, but she was cool. Fun, witty, and honest about what she did, I found her one night Nipples wasn't there. Started drinking at her table and she stuck with me for an hour, two hours. Hell, I don't remember. She was all over me, necking with me or putting her hand up my shorts. I started feeling like a heel for not giving her a private dances or tipping her although I did end up buying her several drinks.
"Let's do a hot tub," I suggested to her.
"You're on," she replied.
So I made love to her in the hot tub. Except it was not making love. We were in there a long time. I think the club just forgot to kick us out when our half hour was up. Would have given her a second go since we were already naked in the hot water but drinking just seemed to be more fun.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked myself. "Am I that drunk. Or is it because I'm no longer sixteen? I'm just not in the mood."
But Nipples had come into the club while we were in the hot tub, arriving late. After we came out and I had put my clothes back on, she told me she knew I had just done it with somebody else in the hot tub but that was okay since she liked the girl. Then she asked me if I wanted to do a hot tub with her.
Which put me right back in that hot tub. Same old shorts. Same old water but a different girl. And what a difference!!! It wasn't that the other girl was not that bad looking. She wasn't that good looking either. I thought Nipples was good looking although I had talked to other guys who felt there were a lot of dancers who were a lot better.
Wasn't just looks although for me Nipples had a terrific figure but that's me and many guys found her to be too skinny. There's that chemistry at play here. When one or the other of us can make the other one laugh or piss the other one off. Just one look or saying the wrong thing would do it and I had learned what the wrong things were. Could predict how she'd react, and I'd break out laughing. And then, she could almost read my thoughts.
We had known each other for a year before we first went out. That was right after I started into my divorce. That first time we did it was in another club's hot tub---right in front of everybody. The DJ even announced the event. There were guys gathered around that tub watching us and I don't know about her but I just tuned them out while saying to myself: "Don't you guys wish you were me about now."
Most of the time we felt good to be around each other. Other times we'd pull the most horrendous pranks and we were both guilty of them. I could come into a club and could be sure she was having a crappy time. It would be written all over her face and her face didn't lie to me although she would. Inevitably her face would brighten. The lines if they were there from being too tired would start to contract and she would become transformed, becoming much younger again, a beautiful blonde, and then the good times would start to roll.
So I did it a second time. This time with Nipples and it was very very good. And I was very drunk and very tired. Not in the mood at all after being with the other women. Not that Nipples was that adept in bed because she wasn't even though she'd like to think she was. It was all pure chemistry. She was bright, witty, and fun and we just clicked. What happened was always in the mind more than the body.
Don't ever let anyone tell you all women are the same, because they're not.
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