Joker Love

Sal, Q, and Angie (part 2)

@yeaitzangie it's not quite what you asked for but I hope you like it. It's a little longer than I usually write so hopefully that makes up for the delay. Enjoy!

Third Person

It was Sal's birthday, so everyone decided to go to a strip club, of all the places in the world. Little did they all know that Angie was trying once again to get both Q and Sal back into bed with her.

The night started out with everyone getting ready at their respective houses; Angie taking the most amount of time since she simply had to look perfect in order to give Sal the best present she could think of. She was sporting a tight-fitting crop-top with a see-through cardigan over top of it, black skinny jeans, and some cherry red heels. She wore her curly hair down, as usual, with daring, sharp makeup and big hoop earrings. If you looked up "sexy" in the dictionary, "Angie" would be the definition tonight.

They all carpooled in Joe's SUV since it was the biggest car any of them owned and he wasn't going to be participating in the drinking. A pregnant Bessy sat passenger. She was there for reasons that don't need to be explained, but also to celebrate Sal's birthday. Sal and Murr sat in the middle and Angie sat in the very back with Q, who was eyeballing her cleavage ever since she sat very close to him. By the time they arrived at the club she couldn't help but notice how desperately he was trying to hide the obvious bulge in his pants. Everyone began to stumble out of the car, booming with laughter at someone's stupid joke. When it was Angie's turn to exit she made sure to flaunt her ass in Q's face; making his bulge even larger.

"What's up with you Q?" Joe inquired when he saw the heat on his best friend's face.

"Oh, uh, nothing..." he replied sheepishly.

"Bullshit," Murr responded with a smile, "we all know how much you love strip clubs. C'mon, last one to get a private dance has to buy drinks!" And with that they all practically shoved their ID's in the bouncers face and ran inside. Except for Joe, who had to aid Bessy in getting out of the car.

Murr, Sal, and Angie all found a booth near the raised dance floor where two strippers were dancing sensually, while Q went and got them each their favorite drinks. As he brought them back and passed them out a woman came up to Murr and whispered something in his ear. After a few minutes of conversing he got up and followed her to a private room and that was that.

"I guess Murr won't be buying drinks," Joe said with a smirk plastered on his face as he and Bessy joined the other guys. Bessy looked exceptionally uncomfortable, and Angie felt bad for her. Bessy wasn't one to go to clubs like this; especially not in her condition. Joe was trying his best to not even glance at another woman and keep Bessy distracted, so Angie left them to it.

"Hey baby," purred one of the strippers as she approached Q. She had gorgeous gold hair that tumbled around her shoulders in perfect curls, and she wore a busty, dark red stripper suit that barely held in her large breasts and ass cheeks. She ran her perfectly manicured nail down Q's bicep and bit her lip before she continued to speak; both Angie and Sal listening intently. Sal was happy for his friend. Angie was a bit jealous. "How about I give you a dance?"

Q was about to oblige, but then he seemed to have an idea. Looking over at his friends, he asked her, "Mind if a couple others join us?"

"Not a problem. Follow me." And with that, the three of them were following her strutting ass behind a curtain into a cozy room with purple wall paper and a red velvet couch and armchair. The two men sat on the couch and Angie on the armchair as the girl, who's name happened to be Tigress, began to sway her hips to the beat of the loud music. Angie couldn't help but notice how the security guard just outside was paying extreme attention to their room. Maybe he was particularly interested in Tigress? She didn't know. What she did know was Tigress was moving towards her with a glint in her eye, and then Tigress' foot was suddenly propped up on the arm of Angie's chair as her hands began to roam her own body.