An exciting cat

An exciting cat
"I ate, the salty flavors exploding in my mouth. It's the shame of chips, cheese and salsa."
Her laughter filled me with a honeyed warmth. Let's not be hasty.
"Have you had chips, cheese and salsa? With your chefs on board, I wouldn't have thought you would have fallen so low on the culinary ladder."
"I may have had chefs, but I wasn't living under a rock. I was still going to college, still going out drinking with my friends. There were just armed men following us around while we were eating takeout."
Watching people always made me curious and lonely, seeing the lovers, the families, the joy that surrounded me as I sat alone. That day was different. Amelia's thigh pressed against mine as she chatted, smiling as if there wasn't a care in the world. It was glorious to be part of the joyous crowd, if only long enough to catch a glimpse of what could be.
Man, this sauce is going to reek of garlic on me. 'You don't want to kiss me after this,' Amelia said with a smile.
'As if a little garlic could stop me'.
I turned to her, slid my hand along her jaw and drew her lips to mine. Her mouth opened with a soft moan as I kissed her slowly, savoring every second of her tongue tentatively exploring mine. I loved the way she leaned into my caresses, so open now that we had temporarily dismantled the walls that separated us. My fingers brushed her throat, feeling her pulse quicken as I nibbled on her lower lip.
The waiter's throat clearing separated us as he asked if we wanted anything else. There was nothing I needed more at that moment than Amelia.
We finished our plate, neither of us willing to leave a crumb of the divine delicacy. By the time we moved, the sun had dipped below the horizon; the street was bathed in the yellow glow of window light.
"There was one other thing we used to do at Uni on the rare occasions when we escaped our minions long enough. Although we were paid for room, board and everything we needed to go to college, we never had that much money to have fun, so we'd get creative."
Doing what?
'Sneaking into strip clubs and taking a lap before taking off with a thong full of money.'
Did you get naked?
'Yes,' she said embarrassed. 'Stupid, isn't it?
The thought of her on stage, surrounded by men and women panting all over her, should have made me jealous, but it made my cock thicken in my pants." I would have loved to have seen that."
Really?
I nodded as we walked and her fingers were between mine again. I would have loved to see your face when all those people were looking at you. Watching you move to make them salivate for you. "Though I can't guarantee I wouldn't want to drag you into a private booth afterwards."
"Would other people looking at me like that turn you on?
No. You expressing yourself like that would turn me on. Seeing your reactions would turn me on. Fuck, there's not much you could do that wouldn't turn me on. "I have a hard enough time not getting an erection watching you eat fucking potatoes."
He laughed, a guttural sound I wanted to put in my pocket and take home.
"Shall we? I'm sure the place below the hotel is a strip joint."
"If you want?"
"These are going to be my last days of freedom. I want to do anything that sounds crazy."
A hint of pain - was I included in that? Another crazy thing to do while in limbo of her old life and her new one. I shook it off. It could never be anything else. I knew it from the beginning. With every caress, every smile and every kiss, it was as if I was cramming little pieces of my heart into her arms, waiting for her to hold on to them when she would finally let go, leaving me shattered. But I had to believe that it would be worth it. That this short time with her would leave more good than bad.
"Then let's do it. What are you going to wear?"
"I'll borrow something from one of the other girls. There's usually a closet with clothes and makeup and stuff like that."
What do I do?
"Enjoy the show," she says with a devilish grin, "and if any of the bouncers get nervous, create a distraction so I can get away."
"Is that a good idea?"
"No, but since when are you on the side of good?"
She was right.
Nerves prickled in my belly as we circled the back of the building, looking for a way in. Amelia had assured me that there would be someone smoking outside and that we could sneak in through there.
Sure enough, a woman opened the door shortly after we arrived and didn't ask Amelia any questions as she confidently thanked her and went inside. I followed her in, dumbfounded by her utter brazenness.
The back aisles we found ourselves in were old and dingy, with dirt gathering in the corners and cobwebs spilling into the upper corners. It wasn't my first time in the back rooms of strip clubs. Many of them were owned by criminal organizations and used to launder money. As far as I knew, the Kensingtons didn't own any, but they did own a sex club. Although much cleaner than the strip club we had just entered. It hid the screams of the people I had to get information from in the back room of the club pretty well.
Amelia grabbed my fingers and pulled me behind her as she glanced around the rooms we passed. The occupants didn't seem the least bit fazed by not knowing who we were, and more than one smiled at Amelia . The music got louder the further we went into the building through the maze of small rooms. She finally found the one she was looking for, a room that was more closet than closet. It was crammed with all kinds of clothes. From shiny little numbers to dressy clothes.