Part Two - The Nerd

Part Two

The Nerd

Lara stepped off the main stage at The Pearl, listening to the cacophony of cheers and hollering coming from the crowd behind her. She had just completed her set on the pole and could still feel the excitement and adrenaline that accompanied performing in front of so many people. Pole work was probably the weakest area of her game having only being able to practice during off hours at her old club The Pussy Cat. The pro’s hadn’t taken kindly to a mere waitress hogging the pole, even when the place was empty. A turf thing she assumed.

Still, she was a professional now and expected to perform, not in front of an empty room but a packed one instead. And she was improving quickly. It had been her third time on the main stage since Dave had hired her and it had been her best performance yet. She was getting more comfortable with each attempt and the patrons certainly seemed to appreciate her. She was just over a week in the place and her stints on the pole were drawing more patrons than almost anyone else. The regulars were beginning to recognise her and requests for private dances were happening more and more.

The upside of this being that she had to spend almost no time looking for targets for lap dances. They were coming to her. Meaning profitable shifts. Very profitable in fact. The downside being she was busy for most of her shifts meaning she hadn’t had much time to get to know the other girls. Her meteoric rise and popularity with the patrons had been noticed and some of them didn’t like the competition. She was getting some dirty looks already. She would have to remedy that. It could get out of control quickly. One dancer in particular, a voluptuous redhead named Sarah had taken a strong dislike to Lara almost instantly. Sarah had started a month before Lara and gotten that “new girl” boost that strip clubs usually experienced from the regulars who loved seeing fresh meat. Sarah had been replaced when a new sex doll had shown up.

She wasn’t the favourite toy in Andy’s room any more, Lara thought with a snigger to herself.

Lara could understand it to a certain degree. A little professional jealousy at the office was normal. It was also fine to not like someone. We don’t all have to be bosom buddies. But Sarah was taking it too far. Lara was convinced that Sarah had been starting rumours that she would fuck clients every night in the VIP and that she was secretly Dave’s mistress and that was the only reason she was hired. And some of the other girls clearly believed it. The irony of the rumour being that Lara had heard similar tales regarding Sarah. That Sarah would do anything in the VIP, if the price was right. Sarah saw herself as competing with the other dancers and “winning” was all that mattered.

The other problem was that Lara suspected that Sarah was stealing her stuff. Her expensive moisturizer had disappeared, as had her phone. Both had been tucked away in her cubby in the changing room and had vanished. She had no proof but she felt it was obvious who had done it.

Fucking bitch, she fumed.

Pulling her robe around her, she made her way through the back of the club towards the changing rooms. Before she could enter the door, she saw head of security Jack approaching her. Or “Handsome Jack” as some of the girls referred to him as she had come to learn.

“Hey Lara. Caught the end of your performance. Damned fine show. Really got them going,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks Jack. I think the transition from my spinning allegra could have been smoother,” she said thoughtfully. Jack started to chuckle and replied, “Lara don’t take this the wrong way but the guys here wouldn’t know an allegra from an alpaca. They’re more focused on the, ye know, naked lady dancing in front of them. Don’t get too caught up in the technicalities. You looked amazing.”

“Nonsense!” she replied sarcastically. “Professional pole dancing adjudicators, the lot of them. A fight broke out in the front row over the merits of a side saddle superman versus a brass monkey.”

Jack raised an eyebrow and smirked back at her. “You just made those moves up, didn’t you?”

“Maybe. Who is to say? You’ll have to catch my next set and see if they are in my routine,” she said as she casually leaned against the door enjoying the back and forth.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he told her. “Dave needs to see you in his office,” he added, his smile faltering a bit.

Great. Fan-fucking-tastic, Lara thought.

“Right. Well, I better get dressed and get up there,” she muttered, tightening the sash around her robe subconsciously at the mention of Dave.

“Yeah. Best not to keep him waiting. He’s in a foul mood today.” Jack gave her a brief nod as he turned and walked back down the hall.

A sense of foreboding tore through her as she got dressed in the changing room. She had been there over a week and hadn’t been alone with the club’s owner Dave since her audition. They’d had some brief conversations, sure, but always out on the floor. He had been leery and handsy but that was pretty standard. He hadn’t pushed things yet. She felt it was imperative to keep their relationship professional. She was sure he absolutely did not feel the same way.

The timing did make her feel uneasy though. Why wait until now? Why today and not her second day in the place. When men like him wanted to fuck, they tended not to wait around. Self-control didn’t strike her as one of Dave’s strong suits. She mulled it over as she made her way towards his office. Maybe he hadn’t made a move yet for fear of scaring her off? How long would that last? Would he even care if she quit? She was making the club money, more than most of the other girls.

I might be giving myself too much credit here. He has a lot of girls here. I’m ultimately replaceable, she considered as she glided up the stairs to his office.

Perhaps he was more into the chase of the prize? The idea of conquest as opposed to the treasure itself? If that was the case, she could handle him. Push and pull. Tease and denial. If he was indeed into that, it was a game she could play well enough.

She opened the door and strolled in with confidence. The smell of his cigar hit her instantly. Dave was sitting behind his large desk, a half empty glass of whiskey on the desk. He looked up and glared at her.

“Where the fuck did you learn manners, huh? In polite society we fucking knock before entering,” he snarled in her direction.

“Do you want me to go back out and knock?” she shot back.

A noticeable flash of anger spread across his face for a moment but then dissolved. “Just shut the door and sit down. I have a job for you.”

She shuddered a bit as she recalled the last job he had given her. Her encounter with Captain Price in the VIP room. Dave had an informal agreement with the local cops that they would ignore the goings on at the club for access to the girls. Access, she sneered to herself. He had fucked her face mercilessly and fired his disgusting cum down her throat. He was a pig in more than one sense of the word. She would not be repeating that under any circumstances and she needed to make that clear to Dave right here and now.

“Dave, regarding Captain Price and...” she started. He cut her off immediately.

“This isn’t about our dear Captain, although I had a chat with him during our poker game on Wednesday night and he did nothing but sing your praises. Gushing, he was. The compliments were practically spurting out of him....” Dave said with a sinister smile. His innuendo was clear and not subtle.

“I’m sure,” she responded dryly. There was a pregnant silence between them as they stared at each other until Dave broke the deadlock.

“No, this is about Lenny. Have you met him yet?” he said as he swirled the remaining drink in his glass.

She smirked slightly at the mention of Lenny. Leonard Kowalski was the clubs IT guy. But seemingly much more than that. He had his hands on everything in the club. He had set up and now maintained their extensive security system including the cameras and communications system the security and bouncers used. He ran The Pearl’s website and online video services exclusively by himself. He also had the lighting and music systems so well programmed with scripts and other forms of automation she didn’t understand that the DJ’s seemingly only had to press “play” to sync the lighting to their set lists. They fucking loved him for that.

And so did Dave as Lenny was saving him a fortune. Frankly, from what she had gathered Lenny was criminally underpaid for the value he brought to the club. She had bumped into him a couple of times during her first week on his rare visits on site. He preferred to work from home, if he could. At least, that’s what Lara assumed. He hadn’t exactly gotten many words out during their first interaction. He had gawked at her chest nearly the entire time and just nodded when she said anything to him.

During the second short chat they had, he had babbled incessantly about nothing and fell over his own words repeatedly trying to make conversation. She had sized him up pretty quickly. Clearly a giant nerd. Smart, but socially inept and a little clueless. If he had told her he was a virgin, she wouldn’t have been shocked. The type to leer but not confident or experienced enough to ever do anything she would worry about. Ultimately harmless in person. She would just remember to cover the webcam on her computer. His type got braver and more dangerous with a keyboard in front of them.

Still, he had an earnestness and innocence about him she found sweet. He had a nice face and he was clearly smitten with her. She figured if she did more than simply smile at him he would lose the power of speech or melt into a puddle on the floor.

“Yeah, I met him. He was replacing the card reader behind the bar for Enrique. He seems nice,” she finished non-committally.

“He is nice! Exactly. So I want you to go over to his place and be just as nice to him as you were to the Captain.”

Like fuck am I going to do that. She knew she couldn’t say that to Dave though. This would take some finesse.

“Dave, I appreciate you hiring me,” she started, her voice even. “I really like it here and I feel like I am an asset. But this sort of thing really isn’t part of my...”

“You’ll do as you’re fucking told,” he retorted, his voice low and dangerous. He fixed her with a hard stare, his eyes narrowing as he stared her down from his seat. Lara was a little scared. She had seen him yell and scream at people during her short time here. That seemed to be his go-to move and was something of a regular occurrence. She hadn’t seen this yet though. He looked mean and dangerous as his eyes bore into her. Suddenly, his gaze softened somewhat.

“Listen Lara, I like you. You’ve got what it takes to be a mega-hit here. But you have to get with the program. Be a team player,” he said in a conciliatory manner. He then started to chortle to himself as he said, “Besides, it’s fucking Lenny. You’ve seen the kid. Just give him a dance. How will it be any different to the dozens you’ve given downstairs in the booths? He’ll probably blow his load the moment you walk in his door. In fact, I bet you a hundred bucks he’ll be done in under a minute,” he finished in between laughs.

Lara had to admit he had a point. Lenny would be easy work. The chances of a Captain Price situation repeating itself were practically zero . It would just be another inexperienced mark she dealt with on a daily basis. And this was obviously one of the reasons why Lenny was willing to put up with Dave’s meagre compensation. Clearly, his compensation wasn’t just monetary.

“Okay, I get your point,” she admitted. But she still didn’t want to leave the club. House visits made her feel like a hooker and not a dancer. “Can’t he come into the club?” she pleaded. “I’ll set him up in the VIP. He’ll love it!”

Dave shut that down instantly. “No, he’s practically a shut in. He only comes in when he absolutely has to...” Dave responded. This was partially true, of course. But the more pertinent reason was that Lenny was the one who had set up the cameras in the VIP at Dave’s direction. Lenny knew everything in there was recorded. The kid wasn’t dumb. He didn’t want his junk being filmed. “You’ll have to go to him.”

Lara sighed. This wasn’t a hill worth dying on. It would only be a lap dance after all. Just say yes and get in Dave’s good graces. Having Lenny onside couldn’t hurt either.

“Alright, Dave. I’ll do it. No problem. Just because you asked though,” she said with a sultry smile.

“Good girl. Get going. I’ll text you his address.” he said with a hint of finality. She took the hint and got to her feet to leave. When she reached the door, she heard Dave call her name with that low, deadened and dangerous tone from earlier.

“And Lara? I don’t appreciate the backtalk. The next time I say ‘jump’, you say.....”

“I’ll land on your dick?” she quipped back.

He looked stunned for a second and then let out a massive belly laugh. “I’ll have to remember that one. And remember that you were the one who said it too.”

Lara gave him a sly grin and turned on her heels and sauntered out of the room, her hips swaying.

---

Lenny’s building was nice. Much nicer than hers, anyway. She told herself her shitty living conditions wouldn’t be permanent. In just over a week she had paid six grand of debt off one of her cards. Six grand. In a week. It made her mind boggle. The girls back at The Pussy Cat hadn’t made nearly that much. The Pearl’s high class vibe had it packed in a way she wasn’t used to and that led to lots of dances and plenty of tips.

Keeping the job was worth the headache of dealing with Dave. The longer she could hack it, the more healthy her bank account would get. Besides, she enjoyed it most of the time. Most of the patrons were delighted to have somebody who looked like her grind on their laps. If they hadn’t finished by her second song, it was a rarity. It gave her a thrill and she was good at it so why not make money doing it?

Lara could see herself moving to a place like this soon. It was a sleek, mostly glass building that stretched upwards for dozens of floors. Plenty of large windows that no doubt provided spectacular views of the city. Very modern. The inside was impressive too. The entrance expanded into a grand foyer. The floor was marble and polished and their elevator actually worked. Her lift had been out of service since she moved in.

This place has a doorman for crying out loud. How high society is that? Lara mused as she rode the elevator to Lenny’s floor. Lenny clearly had other income streams excluding what he was getting from Dave. She’d have to ask him about that. She strolled up to Lenny’s door and pressed the high-tech looking buzzer in front of her. The door clicked loudly and swung open automatically.

“Come on in,” Lenny’s voice came meekly through the speaker.

Fancy. I need a door like this, she thought as she entered the apartment.

She walked in and took a cursory glance around the living room. It was in stark contrast to the elegance displayed in the rest of the building. The room looked like a giant nerd-cave. She spotted a large desk in the corner with a gaming chair in front of it with a giant PC tower sitting atop it. At least she assumed it was a PC. It looked like it was about to come alive and attack. Five monitors attached to different extendable arms all lined up perfectly in front of the desk.

Why that many? Do you really need that many screens? Can’t you only look at one at a time? On one of the monitors was a large picture of an anime girl with a low cut top with large tits similar to Lara’s. He has a type, I guess.

The room was packed with technology everywhere and pop culture ephemera displayed on every surface. Shelves full of action figures and comic book issues, painstakingly categorized by issue number. There was also a giant sword hanging up above the gargantuan TV on his wall. Lara couldn’t help stare at it.

Who owns a fucking sword?

“Ice, one of the finest valyrian steel swords ever made.”

Lara turned around with a start. She hadn’t seen Lenny sitting on the sofa. She gave him a perplexed look and he continued.

“Ned Stark’s sword? From Game of Thrones?” Lenny offered with an almost worried look.

“Oh, of course. I love that show,” Lara said walking towards the sword to run her hand along it’s edge.

“Really?” Lenny said, a clear note of doubt in his voice.

“Sure. But didn’t Tywin melt it down?”

A grand smile beamed from Lenny’s face. “Yes, you’re right! He did. But I just had to have a replica anyway. I mean look at it! It’s so cool. And heavier than you would think for being a prop. I have more from the show,” he said excitedly. “You want to see?”

“Maybe later,” Lara said with a slight chuckle. She took a couple of long, sexy strides and stopped to stand in front of him on the couch. He was in a simple t-shirt and shorts. She noticed him sitting there with his hands clasped together in his lap, fidgeting in his seat. Nervous, she concluded. She felt a rush of compassion for the poor guy. Clearly socially awkward and clueless about women. She decided then and there to give Lenny a good show.

Maybe it will count as my charitable contribution for the month.

“So, I hear you are due a dance,” Lara said, raising her eyebrow and giving him a salacious smile.

“Uh, yeah. See...the thing is....Dave said that...um,” he stammered.

“Relax, sugar,” Lara giggled as she slid out of her coat and threw it behind her. “I know the score. Sit back and enjoy.”

Lenny stared at Lara like a goldfish, his mouth open in shock as she disrobed taking in every detail of her scintillating outfit and body. With the coat gone, he had a full view of her ensemble. Lara stood in a jet black corset, that held tight at the waist accentuating her already impressive hourglass figure. The corset effortlessly pushed her large bust together and up, with some fine lace along the cups The view it created was almost obscene. She wore it with matching black underwear and sheer thigh-high stockings or tights that also had black lace adorning them at the tops of her thighs. It was a sight to behold. The type of outfit that took confidence to attempt and more to pull off.

Lara took her brand new phone she had picked up the day before out of her coat pocket and placed it on a table to the side. She turned on one of her go-to playlists and turned back to him. Lenny was speechless as Lara started in on her dance. She started to sway, slowly in time with the music stood just a few inches in front of him, She moved her hips in a circle as she ran her hands up and down her body caressing the sides of the corset until she reached up and ran them through her long, luscious hair with a moan. She could see Lenny’s eyes fill with lust as he watched her.

I can’t believe she is giving me a lap dance in my own home. Wow. What a woman, he thought in wonder as he looked up at her.

Lara bent forward a little and leaned into him so that her chest was at his eye level. “Like what you see, honey?” she said smoothly with her breasts a couple inches from his face.

“Ugh... Yeah,” he replied dopily. With a grin, she climbed onto his lap and put both her arms around his neck. She started to grind hard and deep. Within a few seconds she could feel him tense up a little.

Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum, Lenny repeated to himself as if the mantra could possibly help. Lenny had prepared himself for this and had jerked off an hour earlier while in the shower. But even with that fact in his favour, he was struggling already.

Bit of a hair trigger here with this one, Lara realized as she sat on his lap. Not surprising but I’ll have to go slow. If I go full tilt here he’ll blow in ten seconds flat. The idea of this wouldn’t have bothered her on the way over, in fact it was initially the plan. But now as she was here with him Lara wanted him to enjoy a good experience and she wasn’t willing to hang around for a reload.

Lara stopped moving and just sat on his lap for a few seconds, waiting for him to calm himself. “Relax,” she said softly to him. “This is about having a good time. Don’t be worried about anything. When it happens, it happens. Any time is good. Okay?”

He nodded at her and she started up again this time with a lot less pressure and much slower. She rolled her hips sensually in a manner she figured he could handle. She continued this for several minutes, moving at a languid and pleasant pace he was clearly enjoying but at such a speed that he had control over himself.

“You can touch me, you know,” she said reassuringly, more as a statement than a question.

He responded by slowly moving his hands to her waist and holding her there. “That’s it. Keep going.” With Lara’s words, he moved his hands down to her thighs and started massaging his hands into them.

“Mmmm,” Lara moaned with a hint of exaggeration attempting to increase his confidence. “That’s nice.” As he did this his eyes were transfixed on her epic cleavage and the slight bounce and ripple of her breasts as she swayed on his lap.

He is definitely a tits guy, she thought to herself. Lara reached for the laces of her corset, and started undoing the ribbons that held the garment together. The corset loosened and finally fell open revealing her unrestrained breasts to him. She reached for his trembling hands and took them gently in her own and guided them towards her tits.

“Like this,” she said as she began to knead and touch the giant mounds with his hands under hers. She then took her own hands away and let him have free reign. Lenny continued to explore, his fingers sinking into the soft and pliant flesh before him. She arched her back and leaned into him moaning his name as he continued. Lara could feel his pulse clearly through his hands as he begin to move them a little faster and more eagerly. He started to heft each boob, feeling the weight of each one in his hand.

He’s in heaven, Lara thought amused with how much he seemed to be enjoying himself.

Lenny felt like all his Christmases had come at once.

These feel even better than I had ever imagined. So soft. So much give. But they don’t sag at all. She doesn’t even need a bra. Just like Nami!

As Lenny was busy comparing her to his favourite anime girl, Lara had returned to her grinding. Faster, deeper and with a little more flair as she decided she should start to wrap things up. Lenny then leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

Okay, he is gaining in confidence for sure, she thought as he licked and sucked on her nipple awkwardly. Lara loved having her nipples played with. It usually turned her on something fierce but that was with an experienced partner who knew what they were doing. With Lenny, it felt less erotic and more humorous. She felt ridiculous as he slobbered on her. Trying and failing to suppress a laugh, she pulled his face off her tits and leaned back a little.

“Sorry,” he said a little bashfully. “I didn’t ask but I just love your tits. They are amazing.”

Lara chastised herself for laughing at him and his recent attempts. For allowing her mean girl to come to the surface, even for a moment. That wasn’t her and that wasn’t fair on him. She shouldn’t mock him for being inexperienced. And with that thought she made a snap decision. She leaned forward and whispered seductively into his ear, “Then you’re going to love this next part.” As she said it, she slipped off his lap and onto the floor between his legs.

“Lift up,” she said as she grabbed his shorts and boxers and deftly pulled them down and off his legs. She was relieved as she saw his dick standing straight up and at attention. A decent size. She had been afraid he’d be too small for this particular activity but her fears were unfounded. Not very thick but decently long.

This’ll work fine, she thought as she leaned forward and started to lick along the length of his shaft with her wet tongue, not slowly and sensually but quickly, like a woman on a mission.

“FUCK!” Lenny shouted as he felt her velvety tongue caress along his length making his dick slick and slippery. She worried for a moment he would blow right there and then but he seemed to be enduring the sensation fine for the moment. When she was satisfied with the tongue lashing she had given him, she shifted forward and squeezed her tits together to create a tight cavern. With a loud and exaggerated “huawk tuah” sound she spit on his dick and then again down her own tight cleavage.

Lenny gasped as she guided his dick between her tits and started to slowly, agonizingly, pump them up and down with a wicked smile on her face.

Oh my fucking god. She’s actually doing it. A titty fuck from Lara.

As she sped up and slid her breasts up and down his length, the friction of his dick against her well lubricated tits sent shock waves of pleasure down his shaft from tip to base. The feeling was almost indescribable to Lenny. The sensation was exquisite, like nothing he had ever felt before. His entire dick engulfed by her pillowy mounds over and over again.

Lara knew what she was doing. Her previous boyfriend, the asshole, had loved it when she performed like this on him so she was well practised. After a minute of gliding her tits together over him, she switched it up and tried a technique she thought he would like. With a breast in each hand, she slid her right breast up while sliding her left breast down at the same time, in perfect unison. This alternating motion had two desirable effects. Firstly, it made her tits jiggle obscenely giving him a phenomenal view. Secondly, it maximized the touching coverage of his entire shaft leaving none of it without the soft feeling at all times. She continued this jiggling action for a few more moments until she felt it might be too much for him. She slowed her action down and resumed her conventional titfuck technique, up and down together with him snugly between them.

Lara was now setting a steady rhythm with just enough pressure to feel good but not enough to push him over the edge just yet. Each pass up and down eliciting more groans and moans from Lenny as he gripped the sofa cushions in an attempt to keep his composure. A battle he would soon lose.

Lara tipped her head down towards her own tits. He wasn’t thrusting, merely sitting there. She was doing all the work but even still, he was just about long enough to reach her lips and stay encased in her tits. She wouldn’t be able to take him deep but probably just the tip into her mouth. Nevertheless, that would probably still feel incredible to him. So she did exactly that. She contracted her neck a little and stretched her head all the way down to take his tip into her mouth.

Jesus Christ! Lenny thought to himself, his brain malfunctioning as he took in the erotic sight in front of him. Her tits around his shaft, her mouth around his dick.

Lara suckled on his head as she increased her speed, gliding her tits up and down him with renewed fervour. She was impressed. She had been titfucking him for several minutes and he had lasted well but she could feel his cock twitch and throb in the telltale fashion indicating time was up. She took his head out of her mouth and flashed him a greedy smile.

“Come for me,” she commanded. “Come all over these tits. Come on my face. Paint me with it!” She removed him from between her tits and started to jerk him up and down with her hand at a fast, purposeful pace.

Her incredible touch combined with the dirty talk was too much for Lenny. The pressure built to breaking point and he fired his seed at surprising speed towards Lara’s face. Thick, hot ropes of it shot first into the air just over her head and then subsequent blasts into her brunette hair and across her face and cheeks. As some of it coated her eyelashes, Lara took control and aimed his dick towards her tits. He thrust into her hand as more and more dollops of semen shot towards her chest, the creamy liquid starting to drip all over the curves of her breasts.

She continued to stroke him as he came, slowing down as his orgasm started to wane. With the last few dribbles subsiding, Lara leaned her painted face forward and gave the tip a slow kiss. Lenny slumped back into the couch completely spent and just stared in gratitude and amazement at the vision before him. Lara, on her knees and covered in his cum. Her face was a debauched canvas of his seed. It was everywhere. Her hair, her eyes, her mouth and all over her chest. He even realized he had ruined his rug with his errant aim. And with all that, she sat there smiling up at him.

“Wow. Lara. That was incredible. I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life,” he stammered out.

“You’re welcome. I enjoyed it too.”

“I mean shit. You read about it. You see videos of it online but it just doesn’t compare....” he gushed.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now, if you don’t mind, I could use a....”

“I couldn’t believe it when you just grabbed me and then just started...”

“Yeah that was the idea. Now about that tow....”

“I can’t believe I lasted that long. I was sure as soon as you....”

“LENNY. Shut up and get me a towel. And point me to the bathroom. I need to get this off my face,” she shouted getting a little irritated with the nerd glowing in front of her.

“Right, right of course. My bad. A towel for the lady. Of course,” he said as he went to grab a towel and led her to the bathroom.

---

Now fully dressed again and cleaned up as much as she could, Lara stood in the living room of Lenny’s apartment ready to leave. Lenny hadn’t stopped smiling at her since she had rejoined him. He looked like the cat that got the cream.

Although technically, I was the one with the cream. Eww. I don’t know why that popped into my head. Gross.

His behaviour would be annoying if it wasn’t so endearing. He had hovered like a lovestruck puppy as she had gotten dressed. Taking a facial from Lenny had not been on her bingo card today. It hadn’t been the plan when she had arrived but she was ultimately glad she had done it. He’d probably remember it for the rest of his life and she figured that unless he invented something incredible that pushed his financial status from “comfortable” to “obscenely wealthy” she doubted another woman would let him do that again.

Now though, he wasn’t hovering. He was sort of shifting about on his toes, back and forth, as if he was hesitating to tell her something.

“Thanks again Lara, for today.”

“Sure. It was fun.” she said plainly. She was itching to get going and go have a proper scrub. He had absolutely drenched her and despite her best efforts she could still feel some of it drying on her skin.

“So yeah. Um...” he babbled.

“Spit it out, Lenny,” she said, snapping at him a little more impatiently than she had intended.

“I have a favour to ask you,” he replied.

Lara raised her eyebrows in disbelief. “Another one? I’ll remind you your last favour is still caked all over me,” she said gruffly.

Lenny smiled a shit-eating grin at her comment until her glare caused him to wilt a little.

“No, no nothing like that. See, I take a part time course at the local college. To upskill, ya know? Keep my C.V. fresh. And it never hurts to expand ones knowledge, am I right? It’s a good school and a good course. Now, my qualifications are industry leading as it is already so I was **** to devote any time to a new course, especially....”

“Lenny,” Lara tried to interject.

“....especially as Dave has been so good to me and my responsibilities at The Pearl. I take them seriously, you know so I wouldn’t do anything to compromise the quality of my work there but you see the thing is my therapist tells.......”

“Lenny,” Lara said a bit more forcefully, trying to cut across his babbling.

“........tells me that I simply have to get out more and get some friends and that college is a great place to do that even though I live off campus I still get to interact with people every day and sure, I did consider living on campus but really this place is just too good to....”

“LENNY! Lara practically screamed at him. “Get to the fucking point!”

“I’m going to a party tomorrow and I don’t have a date and I told them I have a date so will you be my date?” he said, practically vomiting the question out in a single second.

Lara simply blinked at him. She figured she had gotten most of it but wanted to be sure. “One more time, at normal speed please.”

Lenny took a deep breath. “I’ve been invited to a pool party tomorrow by my only friend at college. I told him I have a girlfriend which I obviously don’t. I’m wondering, if you aren’t too busy, and of course feel free to say no and after today you could absolutely tell me to....”

She cut across him one more time. “You need me to be your pretend girlfriend for a party tomorrow?”

“Yes,” he said, earnestly awaiting her reply.

She stared at him while she mulled over what he had said. Tomorrow was her day off and the thought of spending most of it with Lenny didn’t thrill her but as she watched him bouncing back and forth waiting for an answer she felt the same pang of pity she had felt earlier. The same pang which resulted with her on her knees, taking a facial. Still, if she didn’t help the poor fucker out, who would? She didn’t like the idea of him losing face with his only friend. And if he gushed back to Dave about both their encounter today and their future “date” that couldn’t hurt either. Plus, it was a pool party. At the very least she’d be able to get a tan.

“Okay, Lenny. I’ll be your date tomorrow.” She raised her finger to stop him as he looked like he was about to launch into another run on sentence. “But a couple of things. Number one, I’m driving myself so I can leave when I like. Number two, I’m your pretend girlfriend so no funny business. If you are expecting a repeat performance tomorrow, you’ll be sorely disappointed. I can maybe stretch to a peck on the lips to keep up appearances. Oh and you’ll owe me a massive favour. If my laptop crashes during a 3am binge watch of Downton Abbey, you are fixing it in a flash, no questions asked. If I need a new light show programmed for my next pole routine, you drop what you are doing at make it for me. In fact, if I need anything at all for any reason, you do it. Deal?”

“Deal!” he said, practically bursting with excitement and gratitude.

“I’ll need a bathing suit. How slutty are we talking here? Say, the scale from Ursula Andress in Bond to Jessica Biel in Summer Catch.

He pondered the question for a moment. “I’d say more Phoebe Cates in Fast Times at Ridgemont High.”

She got the gist. A bikini that was sexy and revealing but not too far over the line. Short of g-string territory. “Got it. I have something that will work. Text me the time and place,” she announced as she walked through the door to leave.

“But I don’t have your number!” he called after her.

“Get it from Dave,” she said while walking through the elevators open doors. She had done that last part on purpose as it would **** Lenny to talk to Dave to get her number. This meant that Dave would know what a “good girl” she was being and hopefully keep her in his good books. And also keep her off his dick.

That joke I told Dave earlier was a bad idea, she admitted to herself as the elevator doors closed around her. That reminded her. She unlocked her phone and started typing a text to Dave which contained the following message.

“Our bet from earlier? Regarding Lenny? Yeah. You owe me 100 bucks.”