One Night with the CEO

Who was that?

Jake

“Come on Jake. I’m not taking no for an answer. We’re going out tonight whether you like it or not,” Chase says.

We’ve been best friends since we were twelve. He’s been with me through my highs and lows. Extreme lows lately. I married his little sister right after she graduated high school. Gwen was a year younger than us but she was my everything. She was with me when I started my business. She gave me my beautiful Annabel. We were so happy. Until two years ago. Annabel was running a fever and Gwen went to the store for some medicine. I offered to go but Annabel would scream her head off every time I put her down. My Bella is definitely a daddy’s girl. Gwen had been gone too long when I started to worry. I called and called but no one answered. When she finally picked up I was about to scold her when I heard the person say they were with the police. Someone struck her with their car while she was walking back to the car from the drugstore. The impact killed her almost instantly.

After that I buried myself in work and taking care of Annabel. After losing her mother I wasn’t going to let her lose her father too. I made it my mission to be the best dad I could be. Every bit of energy that wasn’t put into my daughter was put into my business. I have made quite the name for myself as the next up and coming real estate mogul.

“I’m ok where I’m at,” I say.

“No you’re not. You haven’t dated since Gwen. I loved my little sister more than anything. But you’re my best friend dude. She’d never forgive me if I didn’t force you to go out and live your life. She wouldn’t want you to wallow in self pity the rest of your life,” Chase says.

I know he’s right but he’ll never get me to admit it.

“What about Bella?” I ask hoping my daughter can save me from whatever Chase has in store for me.

“With my parents, remember? They’re taking her to Disney World,” Chase says.

“Seriously. Who takes a four year old to Disney World on a whim?” I ask.

“Rich white people with nothing better to do with their time,” Chase says.

“I’m telling Ilene you said that,” I tease.

“Please don’t,” Chase says, paling.

“Someone afraid of their mommy?” I ask.

“f**k yes. That woman is scary,” Chase says.

“Fine,” I sigh in defeat.

“Yes! You won’t regret it,” Chase says.

“I already do,” I say.

“Too bad. I’ll pick you up at eight. Change the suit will you,” he says.

“No promises,” I tell him.

He leaves my office and my day goes on from there. I closed a few deals worth a few million dollars. Nothing new for me lately but a few years ago that seemed impossible.

Eight p.m. rolls around and Chase knocks on my door.

“How did I know I’d find you here and not at your place?” He asks.

“Because Bella isn’t home. Where else would I be?” I ask.

“Can you please change so we can go?” Chase complains.

I go into the bathroom of my office and change into a navy blue suit with a black dress shirt underneath. I skip the tie and leave the first few buttons undone. I know it sounds weird but in Miami Chase swears this is how everyone dresses. I simply take his word for it because I can’t deny I look good. I comb my golden brown hair to where it swoops to one side. I had to use extra product because it’s getting pretty long. I was going to cut it but Annabel loves brushing my hair putting it in a bunch of tiny rubber bands and who am I to deny her her fun. I run my brush over my beard to make sure everything looks good. I put on the gold chain Gwen gave me for my birthday the last year we were together and my gold Cartier watch. I spray on my Creed Aventus cologne and head out to meet Chase.

“How do you always look better than me?” Chase asks.

“Because you’re a tool and I’m not,” I say. “Plus I’m better looking than you.”

“Yeah yeah. Let’s go pretty boy,” Chase says.

We headed out to the car Chase had waiting for us. Since we’ll probably be drinking tonight it’s good that we’re using his driver. We pull up outside a Club and I immediately frown at him.

“Seriously?” I ask.

“What?” He asks.

“I thought we were going to a club,” I say.

“We are at a club,” Chase says.

“We’re at a strip club,” I say.

“Yes. Yes we are. Now let’s go,” Chase says, getting out of the car. We make our way to the entrance and after Chase tips the man at the door he lifts the red velvet rope for us.

“Welcome to Babydoll’s gentlemen,” a woman with bright red hair and very little clothing says.

“VIP, Please,” Chase says.

“Right this way gentlemen,” she says, leading us into the club.

“What have you gotten me into?” I ask.

“Relax. We’re getting your mojo back,” Chase says.

“I don’t think this is the place for that,” I say.

We’re led to a plus couch next to the main stage that wraps around the front of the long runway. A blonde in a sports bra and cheeky panties meant to be a basketball uniform and bunny ears comes over to us.

“Hello boys. I’m Lola and I’ll be your server tonight,” she says with a grin. “What can I get you?”

“Whiskey neat,” Chase says.

“Scotch on the rocks please,” I say.

“Coming right up gentlemen,” she says leaving.

A few dancers come out and they’re nothing special.

“And now for our main event of the evening. Our own little Ray of Sunshine,” the MC announces.

The spotlight shines on two dancers pushing out a tall box and turning it to face the stage. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen is dressed up like a perfect Barbie doll. Shockingly high yellow platform heels lead up her perfectly delectable legs to a hot pink mini dress. Her makeup is perfectly done and her platinum blonde hair is in a high Ariana Grande curled ponytail. A “Barbie Girl” remix begins playing and the two dancers that brought her out tear her dress off revealing her beautiful breasts and a teeny tiny g string. The two girls begin throwing colorful powder on her beautiful body. The lights turn off and the black lights turn on, lighting up her beautiful body making it glow. A silver ring drops from the ceiling and she begins the most mesmerizing dance I’ve ever seen. I can’t take my eyes off her. She goes through three songs. The first on the ring. The second on a silk ribbon that was attached to the ceiling and finally a pole dance that has me hard as f**k and drooling. We’ve made eye contact a few times until I was all she could focus on. Like she was dancing only for me. When her set is over I am left stunned.

“Who was that?”