Day 2

The next day, a Friday, after I'd slept in fairly late I got up and cleaned up the mess. The crystals and other paraphernalia I'd borrowed from Cathy got put back where they belonged, mostly right. She'd shown me her collection often enough. The salt and herbs got swept up and dumped in the trash.

I was in the middle of putting all the furniture back in place when I got a phone call from another friend of mine. Well kind of a friend.

Barry was mostly your typical frat bro, even lived at the fraternity. Which to be fair was much nicer than the dorms. We'd shared a few classes at college and I'd ended up helping him with a lot of the course work. In return he'd decided it was his mission in life to get me out of my shell.

The bar scene and frat parties him and his other frat buddies frequented weren't exactly my thing but some of those guys always seemed to have women hanging off of them so I'd go along when Barry invited me out in hopes some of that would rub off on me. They were doing a big bash for one of the guys birthday tonight and he wanted me to go along.

Some good sleep and cleaning up had gotten me out of the worst of my funk and some debauchery with the 'bros' sounded like the right thing to cheer me up so I agreed.

"Righteous! I'll swing by in a couple hours or so to grab you."

"Dude, it's barely past noon?"

"So what? This is going to be big and you don't have the sisters holding you back." Barry could never seem to wrap his head around my living with three girls, even if one of them was my sister, and gave me plenty of shit over having to mind my manners. He was a decent guy, but still a frat bro at heart.

"Fine, fine I'll be ready when you get here."

"Righteous!" And he disconnected the call. I finished moving the couch back into place before taking a shower and getting dressed for a frat party.

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The bar was loud and crowded even at this hour, people taking advantage of semester break to blow off steam I guessed. By dint of numbers and size we were still able to secure our own section for festivities. The guy who's birthday it was was roundly roasted and toasted. I didn't ask how old he was, and neither did the bartender. The frat guys had their own designated driver so I wasn't bothered.

Much later and too many drinks in the guys were talking about taking birthday boy to his first strip club. I wasn't a fan, ironically I'm really not into objectifying women, but these guys were my ride home unless I wanted to call a cab and there'd still be beer.

And fuck it, maybe Barry was right that I needed to cut lose some. Plus I realized I'd been feeling really damn horny since I woke up. Jenn must have really gotten to me I supposed, so why not ogle some half naked women?

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The club did indeed have plenty of half naked women. Quite near naked even, the place was topless only since they served booze. Not that I cared, and the bottoms were plenty damn sheer anyways.

I tried to relax and enjoy myself and our group got plenty of attention from the dancers. The guys were throwing enough money around it was hardly shocking. Barry was still doing his thing trying to make sure I was having fun and paid for a couple of the dancers to grind on my lap knowing I wouldn't myself. I didn't think he'd be satisfied until I joined his frat. Not that that was ever happening. He seemed happy enough trying to cheer me up and making sure his other buddies were having a good time.

Then things were about to drastically change for my night, and my life. The DJ announced a new dancer up on the stage, Candy. Obviously not her real name but fuck she looked hot.

She had long bright red hair and the pale freckled skin to say it was her real color. Tall and slim but nicely toned with large teardrop shaped breasts that moved like they were real, unlike many of the other girls working here. Something about her drew me like a magnet and I couldn't look away while she gyrated up on stage.

She'd noted my interest, and the money our group was throwing around, and came right to me after her turn was done.

"How about a dance?" Her eyes were a dark jade green that captivated, I could only nodded in response.

I leaned back in my seat as she started taking her clothes back off in front of me, pausing to occasionally grind on my lap or dangle her fantastic tits just over my face without quite touching. She was being very careful I noted to only touch me over my clothes and the look in her eyes said pretty clearly this was just a job to her and one she didn't much like. I didn't mind though, her smell was intoxicating, much more alluring than the other girls I'd gotten dances from this night.

Then sitting down on my lap, rubbing her perfect ass along the outline of my dick that she'd gotten so hard in my pants, she leaned back against me and rubbed her cheek along mine. Just for a moment. And then she collapsed convulsing across me.

Of course I freaked the fuck out. I tried to help her sit up but she was dead weight, her eyes rolled up and a bit of foam at her mouth made me think she must be epileptic. The bouncer materialized next to us and pulled her off of me, handing her off to one of the waitresses who was nearby, before rounding back on me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He was a really fucking big guy and I thought I was about to be in a lot of pain but Barry and our driver were right there defending me.

"Back the fuck off man, he didn't do anything." Barry was adamant. "She was just giving the man a dance then started having a seizure."

The bouncer backed off but didn't look happy about it. Meanwhile the DJ had come over with a first aide kit he must keep in his booth, which was pretty smart really, and cracked open some smelling salts to wave under Candy's nose while the waitress held her propped up slightly.

She woke up fine, and though clearly disorientated backed us up that I hadn't done anything. The waitress helped her back to the changing room while the DJ and bouncer left us alone. I decided that was just too much for me and was going to call it a night anyways.

"I'm out of here man." I told Barry. "That shit was just too weird, I'll take a cab home."

"I hear you. Good to see you enjoying yourself at least. Catch you next time."

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I figured I'd never see Candy again, certainly didn't have any plans to visit this club again. That bothered me more than it should for some reason. Yeah she was super hot, but she was just some random stripper. There was nothing between us i thought. Boy was I wrong.