Vicky Part 1

Then she spotted me. She was on the far side of the room, but suddenly I couldn't see anything else. Everything else ceased to be. I watched her walk towards me. It was like staring down a lioness moving in for the kill.

She walked up until she was nose to nose with me.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. What can I help you with Vicky?" She said in my ear.

Words refused to form. I stood there, frozen. What did I want? Could I even bring myself to say it? How could I say what I wanted, when I wasn't even sure what I wanted myself. She looked into my eyes and must have seen this. Her demeanour softened slightly.

"I'll tell you what Vicky. You go back out to the floor and come see us after everyone leaves. You won't be disappointed," she said.

It sounded like as good a choice as any. I nodded my head dumbly. She opened the door for me, and I scooted out. Everyone turned and looked at me, much to the disappointment of the girl on stage. I sat down at a table by myself and waited.

The night passed quickly. Girls came and went on the main stage. All around me men, and to my surprise a fair number of normal women, paid for lapdances. On occasion they went into private booths. I ordered a drink and made it last the night. For some reason I wanted my wits about me.

Suddenly, everyone was gone. How could I have zoned out for that long? The bouncer poked his head in, saw me, but said nothing. Apparently I was expected now. As I stood up, my legs felt like lead. But I forced them to move forward, carrying me back into that room. I would have my answers, whatever my question was.

This time I did knock. I heard the chitter of voices suddenly stop. The door cracked open, and then I was being pulled in. I was dragged to the center of the room, and I heard the door slam behind me. My heart beat faster.

I stood there, feeling like a freak on display. What did I expect? Once again I saw her. She smiled when she saw me. It was still a predatory smile, but it seemed warm at the same time. How was that possible?