1 A.M: Remembering the Golden Gates

As you look around you know that you could 9/10 girls, single or not. Still, when your eyes pass over Angel you become entranced. She was far from the devilish little minx you see before you now. She wasn't innocent, but she wasn't this either.

You watch as she grabs the pole over her right shoulder and drop into a squat. She pops her legs open for a second and you can see her lower lips. You swing your own legs open and closed, getting restless feeling your balls roll in remembrance of the last time you two were together.

She's had a kid since then, but she was the tightest pussy you've ever enjoyed. Here's to hoping she snapped back.

You get up and walk over to the stage as she's getting down. She regards you with weary eyes, not knowing what to expect. You offer out your hand to her, which she accepts as she takes her last few steps down from the platform.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too." She sounds wistful, sincere, you think. "Happy Birthday."

You can't help but smile, even if it's possible she only remembered because if the DJ and sparklers at your table. Your heart pounds, but you didn't come here to fall in love.

"How far are you from your quota?"

She gazed at the money she picked from the stage. "About two."

"Ok. Go give the club their cut from tonight. Afterwards, I'll cover you for two more champagne room sessions and they won't need a cut. Won't be in their rooms, be somewhere more personal."

You're pretty tipsy and you're sure some words slurred. Still, you're firm in your suggestion, and she always loved that shit.

"Ok, but you gotta give me ride back later. Meet me out back in 15."

She heads towards the locker room and you head over to Drew to let him know what's up.

Drew, who didn't drink as much swears you're too drunk to drive, so he grass your bag and leads you out back. 20 minutes later you're roaring back down the 80 with Angel in the back with you.

You whisper sweet nothings in her ear and soon she's ready. She pulls out your cock, and with one last sidelong glance at you, goes down.

A part of your drunken mind sees an opportunity and calls out to Drew, who spots you in the rearview. He shakes his head but you can tell he's glad to have glimpsed you. You're inspired by the fact he remained acting normal, and store that thought for later.

You notice the car isn't moving but you don't want stop Angel from working. It's 1:57. A couple of more minutes won't hurt nothing. In the meantime, you wondered if Drew intended to crash here tonight.