The Surprise Visitor

“You got it!” Jose responded in text. “Where and when?”

The message was returned almost immediately. “Coming in now…”

Jose’s eyes perked up. She was coming in right now! He started feeling butterflies in his stomach, wondering who it would be. A famous friend of Katy Perry could be almost anyone! He started for the door when his coworker, Miguel, stepped in.

“You will NOT believe who just walked in!” Miguel told Jose, excitedly.

“Who?!” Jose shot back without hesitation.

“You ever watch the show Modern Family?” he asked.

“Yeah?”

“Well, one of the actors from that show!”

“Well, which one?!” Jose asked, starting to lose his patience. There were plenty of women on that cast. Was it one of the young daughters? Elder daughter Haley, played by Sarah Hyland, or nerdy middle child Alex, played by Ariel Winter? Was it the vivacious Colombian supermodel, Sofia Vergara?

“You know the mom?”

“The mom?”

“Yeah, blonde one,” he coworker replied, pulling Jose out to have a look for himself. “See? That’s her!”

Jose pulled out his phone and looked her up for a comparison. Her name was Julie Bowen and the woman seated in front of them didn’t look anything like her. “That’s not her, man,” Jose informed his mate while rolling his eyes at the same time.

“What do you mean it’s not?” Miguel glanced from the phone pick to the patron. “Oh, yeah, I guess not,” his friend realized.

“What’s going on?” asked another of Jose’s coworkers resting his arms on each of the guys’ shoulders and poking his head between them.

“Miguel thought he saw a celeb,” Jose explained in a condescending tone.

“It’s dark in here, how can you tell who’s who?” Miguel reasoned.

“But you were still convinced it was the mom from Modern Family..” Jose prodded.

“That girl’s hot. Milf for sure,” their comrade interjected. “But listen, I heard there IS an actual celeb in the club. VIP section, of course. Oscar told me.”

“Well?” the two said in unison, looking on, expectantly.

Their compatriot looked around conspiratorially, then leaned in and uttered, “Lindsay Lohan!”

“No…” Miguel gasped. “I gotta get in there…”

“What? We can’t just barge in there?” Jose told his friend.

“All I need is two minutes to sweet talk that girl into a private dance. Carter will let it slide if I pay the till,” Miguel assured him.

“You’re going to get in trouble,” Jose warned.

“Hey, we don’t all get celebs just falling into our laps, pal,” Miguel teased. “Some of us have to hustle to get that sweet celebri-tang!”

Jose started to worry. If Lindsay was the one who sent him the texts, Miguel could be swooping in on his gig. He was about to find a way to stop him when the floor manager came in. She grabbed Jose by the shoulder and said, “There you are! You’ve got a special request in the champagne room.”

“But my shift is almost over,” Jose said. He had the urge to grab his phone to text his client before their meet was fouled up.

“One dance and you can head out. She’s in room 2.” She turned to the other workers and said, “Miguel, Deshawn, you two head over to VIP. there’s a big entourage there that needs entertaining.”

“Yes!” Miguel fist pumped and waved Jose a mock goodbye as he skipped off, followed by Deshawn.

Jose sighed and went back inside to change into his dance outfit. He checked his phone. His mysterious client had sent a text.

“I’m waiting…”

“I have to take care of one more guest then I can meet up with you,” Jose texted back.

Jose held his breath as he awaited the response. Finally the text came in. “Better be worth the wait...”

Jose quickly made his way over to room 2 and prepared himself for his performance. Even though he felt rushed, he didn’t want to leave his customer dissatisfied. One bad experience could be disastrous for a dancer, giving him a bad rep and less referrals from management. That and he felt a certain pride in sending his customers home happy. He smoothed out his pants, adjusted his suspenders and fixed his bowtie. He was in a classic Chippendales style stripper outfit with the frilly, sleeveless dress shirt and tearaway pants. It wasn’t original, but first time customers seem to enjoy the classic experience.

Jose took a deep breath, then stepped into the curtain to room 2. Inside had the space of a walk-in closet, making it a very close and intimate space. There was a bench on one side and a small table in front for drinks. On the other side of the room was a small stage with a wall mirror in the back. The lighting was dim, so Jose could barely make out the shape of the woman seated in the leather upholstered bench. She was wearing dark colors and a head scarf that obscured her face. She looked up as he stepped in.

“Hello,” Jose greeted. “I’m Jose, I’ll be your dancer for this evening!”

“Hello Jose, I’ve been waiting for you,” the woman responded playfully. “My friend sent me…”

Jose’s eyes widened as he realized, “You’re the one who texted?”

“Mhmm…” she grinned, pulling down the scarf.

Jose’s eyes remained wide as he recognized her. “You’re… you’re Rihanna!”

“That’s right,” Rihanna replied, flashing a toothy grin. “And you are the infamous Jose that Katy has been raving about!”

“Well, I’m flattered that she would recommend me,” Jose replied with a weak smile.

“Oh, she talked you up a ton, boy. I had to see it for myself!” Rihanna said, picking up her glass for a sip. “Why don’t you show me what you got?”

Jose nodded with a more assured grin. He had to meet confidence with confidence, so he didn’t even ask for a song choice. Instead, he picked out something from Rihanna’s own catalogue. His choice was Desperado, a slow paced melody that allowed him to move his body sensually to the beats. Rihanna raised her eyebrow to his pick and leaned back in the bench and took in the show.

Jose’s body was fluid yet controlled. He played with the ballad, accentuating his movements to the lyrics, feeling the song and expressing them through his limbs. As he danced and shed his clothes, he eventually found himself straddling Rihanna’s bench, thong inches from her face. She watched on stoically, drink in hand. When Jose turned around to grind his ass into her lap, he felt a hand grope his right cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. Then he felt fingers under his waistband. He stood up, letting her pull on his thong, then slid out of it, leaving the thin garment in the singer’s hands. Meanwhile, she was enthralled by what that garment was covering. She stared with a small gasp at the length and girth of Jose’s manhood, leaning close to admire it.

Jose stood tall, feeling his appendage grow under the intense scrutiny. Rihanna’s curiosity got the better of her and she reached out to stroke the underside of the shaft with two fingers. It twitched and made her jump back in surprise. She giggled and tried to touch it again.

“Ah… we really shouldn't be doing this at my work… I could get in trouble,” Jose pointed out even though he would have loved to go further.

Rihanna nodded in understanding and picked up her clutch purse. “What do you say we get out of here then?” she asked.