C4 STRIPPER SASHA

In a neighboring town, Carl strolled into a dimly lit bar by the seaside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the gloom. The place seemed deserted, with two bored-looking blonde's, one bearing a striking resemblance to Jennifer Lopez, dancing around a pole with surprising agility.

A gray curtain of smoke hovered over a small group of men seated at a bar next to the runway. Carl glanced at the beautiful woman then looked away. Loud music blared from speakers hanging on the wall. He recognized the men seated close to the stage then walked towards them, pulling a seat he sat down.

"Do you guys always have to sit so damn close?" he asked, smiling a little.

"Well, well if it isn't Carl Matthews," a lanky blonde with green dark eyes greeted him.

"Yoo! Gideon what's good?" he shook his hand.

"As you can see, am living every moment of my life," Gideon grinned widely.

Someone rushed and hugged him from the back, a little tipsy. "Yoo Carly, how's your wife?" he asked, raising his voice a little too loud, holding a glass of rum.

A waitress in hot pants and a shiny top hurried over to them. Carl ordered a glass of Martini. "You want anything in that?" the waitress asked.

"No thanks, not in the mood for any. Just the wine?"

As the waitress left, Gideon stared at him. "This is Carl Matthews right?" He asked Brian, who stood stunned. That's new my man," he drew out a chair and sat beside him. "What's up with you?, that was so unlike you. You who gets us the stuff" he asked.

"You said you'll come after summiting the money your community members paid, to the big boss, but you're four hours late. By the way, where's your wife? She's sup..." His words trailed as he choked on his wine.

"Brian! You keep asking about my wife, like she's got some business with you," Carl cut him off angrily.

"Calm down both of you," Gideon intervened, looking a bit nervously at Carl. "Brian behaves like this whenever he's drunk. But seriously, are you alright?" he asked, concern etched all over his face.

Seeing the serious look on Carl's face, Brian apologized and excused himself. Rushing off to the restroom.

His drink arrived, and Carl took his glass and downed nearly half. "Honestly, am not," he narrated all that happened to him. That's one huge mess am in right now," he concluded.

"Damnn," Gideon stared at him. "So what are you gonna do now?" he asked.

Frowning, he looked away to the woman on stage. The woman had stripped down to a G-string and a sleeveless bra top now, her perfect firm breasts bouncing slightly with every sway and move. Carl felt a hardness on his pants. Licking his lips, he diverted his gaze.

"Nothing, she is going to fix the mess she made."

"You sure she can? You know big boss won't take that excuse for his money," Gideon added. As his gaze followed Carl's and perched on the lady on stage. That's Sasha," he blushed.

"What?" Carl shifted his gaze to him, a little embarrassed.

"Don't be shy," he grinned. "You always stare at her whenever you come here." "That's a lie," Carl shifted uncomfortably on his seat and took a sip from his wine.

"You like what you see, hmm?" Gideon teased him. He looked up at the stage, the woman had finished dancing and was walking down the runway. He raised his hand and motioned her over. She put on a transparent net shirt and came over to them. "Can we talk for a minute?" he asked.

The lady shrugged. "If I sit here, you have to buy me a drink."

Carl signaled the waitress. The lady, who told them her name was Sasha, ordered a bottle of champagne. When the waitress left, Gideon turned to the lady.

"This is my friend Carl, he thinks you're so pretty."

"But I am, and you're not bad," she admitted and rubbed his thighs seductively, laughing lightly.

~~~~~~ Carl's house ~~~~

Meanwhile, back at home, Hazel's anxiety heightened, her eyes etched with worry as she felt the emptiness in the house. The way Carl parted with her, left her heart heavy, as the thought of him leaving her lingered, leaving her sober. A mix of worry and frustration etched itself onto Hazel's face as she contemplated going out to search for him.

Staying alone made her desperate, as she reached for the house phone, dialing Carl's number with trembling hands. The silence that followed was deafening, mirroring the void he had left behind.

Paranoid, she took a coat from the rack and headed out, in search for Carl.

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At the bar, Sasha giggled and poured some wine, sipping some, she fed the remaining to Carl who gulped it down totally. Seated on his laps she caressed his face softly

"I didn't notice you guys come to my bar frequently, you could have been my favorite you know" Sasha said seductively and opened two buttons of his shirt.

"We are always here every day, mostly during weekends" Gideon added grinning, while watching at them now

The music continued blaring as the bar became totally empty aside for them. Brian stumbled over to them, knocking a chair over in the process---

"Ouch, can my night get any worse.?" He soliquized as he set his wine cup on the stage

"What's up man" Gideon asked placing a hand over his shoulder"

"Terrible things, the chick I was with throughout the night, I didn't get any information about her, and now she's gone" he lamented, placing a hand on his head

"Yo! Carl chuckled lightly. I'll hate to be you"

"Don't worry, she'll be here the day after tomorrow, and her name is Trixie" Sasha assured him

Raising his head up he met her gaze "Really, thank you, I'll sure be here for her preety ass" Brian concluded making a face

"Good for you, she gave him a half smile. Turning to face, Carl, she beckoned him, come with me. Let me give you a little tour of my place" She rose from his laps and pulled him over.

Gideon and Brian made teasing faces as he left.

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They both went behind the curtain Into a small office with red lightings. As they entered Sasha banged the door, slamming his back on the wall, she stood on one toe and pressed her lips against him, swallowing his lips in a deep kiss. Surprised Carl broke off

"what are you doing?" He asked breathlessly

"What you've wanted all along or don't you" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him

"N...of course I want it but..."

"Ohh shut up. She said as she covered his mouth with her own.

He kissed her back. It was a deep drowning kiss, the kind that swept away all the worries in his heart. Her warm lips pressed against his, her tongue teasing his. His arm drew her closer, pressing his hard chest against her huge soft breast.

"Are you sure we should be doing this? His breath was hot against her ear, you know am married" he declared half hoping it won't stop their activity

"Am a stripper, I sleep with lots of married men. Sasha said, Planting soft kisses on his neck, cheeks and ear, but none of them are hot like you". She took off her bra, and squeezed her breast, playing with her nipples.

Desire rose in Carl, as he put his hands on her hips and slid her forward to the edge of a desk. The files and coffee mug which pencils were kept were swept off, the mug shattered to bits. She slid her hands down his back, pulling him closer still, relishing the feel of his arousal, hard and hot against her stomach.

"Gosh, looking at you in this state makes me want to see your hard hot body. She bit his ear, completely naked" Sasha added and trailed her fingers down his chest, her long nails dragging at his dark hairs, coming to rest on one pebbled nipples. She bent down and kissed it, tongue flicking, lips devouring. He sucked in his breath and squeezed her shoulders

"Keep going baby" he muttered closing his eyes. She transfered her attention to the other nipple. He smelled so great. She stood and kissed him deeply. The entrance of his pants poked out, demanding attention. She began to strip herself to take him, then thought better of it and reached down and undid his pants, taking him in her hand.

She stared at his member "you're such a big beautiful boy" he was hot and heavy and holding at him, made her want him all the more. He tried to kiss her but she turned away

"We need a condom, pull out that drawer" she ordered, still holding him in her palm

Carl sucked in his breath, never had he been with a woman so wild like Sasha. Normally, he was always the one calling the shots and all his prey would follow suite. But Sasha was an alpha, that needed to be tamed. He didn't like th---

He heard foil tearing and opened his eyes to watch her sheath him. He held her off "Maybe we should stop here tonight"

"What! You can't be damn serious" she half laughed

"But I am. He said and began to dress his pants. Am not prepared for this now. Seeing the look of disbelief on Sasha's face pleased him. He wanted every woman to yearn for him, so he could make them his pawn. Not one whom he played by her rules. He pulled her into a long, deep kiss. Your body has been talking to mine all night, and I like what it's saying but... Am not in the mood for this" he stood completely dressed now

Sasha stood stunned, the breeze from the ceiling fan puckering her nipples. Realizing what happened was real, Sasha became furious. "You're a bitch. You could have just told me you're scared, cause of your wife. She bent and picked her clothings. You foolish dickhead. Now I have to take matters into my hand tonight. She laughed and looked at him. I'll still love to teach you're boy some lessons. She grabbed his member and he sucked in deeply.

"Maybe some other time, not tonight beautiful" Carl smiled at her, and squeezed her breast. Trying to make sure as they parted she so much yearned for him

Sasha sucked in "Really? When? How about tomorrow" Her eyes lit up, hungry for him

"I'll be the one to decide that" he concluded dismissively

"Aye, Aye, master. I'll surely picture you while am easing off" she said and walked away. Her hips swaying

Carl watched her leave. He whispered teasingly "And that is how you get yourself a lady" he grinned psychotically, and stared at his arousal. It still poked out. Damnn, he needed to ease himself. Ease himself fast---