#TeaserTuesday: Lit Like A Candlestick – #Fiction


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“Why is it that strip clubs always have the best music?”

One of Pink’s songs was blasting through the last dark entrance of one of the many strip clubs we walked passed on Ste. Catherine Street. Delaney’s feet were keeping time with the fading beat of the song so I slowed my pace to match hers.

It was a Thursday afternoon and downtown was bustling with throngs of people leaving work and more than likely headed to a “5 à 7” like what we were doing. With the great restaurants, bars and social scene, the city held true to its reputation as the “Las Vegas of the North”.

Someone from the office had suggested that we hit the trendy new restobar that had just opened. I had already been to the grand opening the week before and hadn’t planned to go with them but when I had heard that Delaney was going, I changed my mind.

My head swiveled around like in the Exorcist.

“Huh? You’ve been to strip clubs?”

Delaney looked at me with such a serious face that I was taken completely off guard.

“Haven’t you?”

My mouth opened but nothing came out when I realized just how sticky that question was.

How am I supposed to answer that without looking like a complete dick?

D-i-l-e-m-m-a must have been written all over my face because her serious look transformed into a smile.

“Don’t worry Ty, I can already guess the answer to that one.”

We both laughed as I pulled open the heavy glass door of the restaurant for her to go through first. In the distance, I could see a number of co-workers already milling around the bar. We headed towards them but I took my time, creating a little distance between us so that I could enjoy the view of her mesmerizing and shapely ass. The way she walked was confident and every one of her curves swayed tight and just right.

That’s when I realized that she hadn’t answered my question.

“Hold up Delaney, you didn’t answer my question.”

She stopped and turned around to me so suddenly that I almost crashed into her. I also barely had time to move my gaze from her ass back up to her face.

“What question?”

Was she being coy?

“You’ve been to those Chippendale-type of clubs for bachelorette parties or something?”

Delaney didn’t hesitate.

“No, I can’t say that I have.”

I was confused. “Then how would you know about the kind of music in …”

My voice trailed off as I realized what Delaney was implying.

“You’ve been to strip clubs with, uh…female strippers?”

No way.

Delaney leaned into me slowly and I wasn’t sure what exactly she was about to do. I found myself holding my breath when she placed her palm on my chest and looked up at me.

“Why are you so interested, Tyler?” Her voice was low, husky and the way she was looking at me made me forgot what we were even talking about.

“Uh, I was just curious to know the circumstances…uh…around that. That’s all.”

For God’s sake, what was my problem?

It was useless for me to pretend that she hadn’t piqued my curiosity. Delaney had managed to fluster me again and that never happened with other women. I was the one who did the flustering to the women around me and in my life. And somehow this flip of the script turned me on a little.

No, it actually turned me on a lot.

The closeness of her breath tickled the side of my ear and the smell of her perfume filled my senses. I had bought my share of perfume for a variety of women over the years so I recognized the scent right away.

Mademoiselle. Coco Chanel.

“Ty, that’s for me to know and something for you to think about, isn’t it?”

She had used that line on me more than once and it never got old. It also always had the same sexy effect on me.

Delaney turned on her heels and sashayed away to the bar.


She was full of surprises.

How the fuck had I overlooked her all those years ago?

©2015 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

“You Make Me Sick” – Pink

Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos above.

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