Clubrooms Diary

Chapter 8: Mummy and Daddy

LISA

May 8th 2018

I crash through the changing room door, on the verge of bringing up last nights dinner. I hate that I'm

too shy to tell Chad I'm not okay with him asking me for kisses. But I feel like it's expected of me

because I work here, I'm not like the other girls. I don't sleep with the clients, I only deal with the girls. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

I'm the one they come to see when they require new outfits, toys, supplies, etc. You could say I run the

house and I think that's why Chad tries to play

'Mummy and Daddies' with me. I think I'd rather curl over die first.

I've tried to explain to him that I'm not interested. I'm just not into men, I'm purely into women. The fact

that I slightly feel repulsed by him plays a major factor in it as well. But It's not like I haven't been with a

man before because I have on numerous occasions. But the D just isn't for me, They're the ugliest

things my eyes have ever had the opportunity to greet. I love my job and I love the girls. They're a

sweet bunch who's just misunderstood by the community.

And just like the girls here at Clubrooms wasn't on my top of the list dream job to pursue. We all have

a story to tell, a past we never want catching up to us and a future we're destined to seek out. I was

fortunate enough to have been given the blessing of growing up in a loving and caring home.

Raised by the best, and taught by the best. My siblings and I use to say.

My parents always showed us so much affection, I guess that's why I have trouble telling Chad to

bugger off. I'm a people pleaser, I make it my goal to make sure everyone around me is always

comfortable with every decision I make, even if it doesn't concern them.

With a slight speed bump when I came out and told my family I was gay. I was Nineteen years old, and

I realized I could never settle down and marry someone I know I would never truly be happy with. And it

wouldn't have been fair to him too. My coming out caused a huge rift between my family and to this

day, seventeen years later only my mother and two sisters speak to me. My father refused to

acknowledge me once the words left my mouth and I reassured him I was certain that I could never

love a man. My brother still hasn't found it in his heart to forgive me for breaking his best friends heart.

I head back towards the bar after gargling half a bottle of mouthwash, hoping and praying Chads left. I

swear I can virtually feel his eyes stripping me bare, assaulting my body with his beady eyes and sends

my body into a state of emergency trembling catastrophe. I walk through the bar, my eyes scoping the

room out and my body instantly relaxes when he's nowhere to be seen. I step behind the bar and start

the process of doing a stock take, picking up each hot bottle and weighing them. We have a system

where we divide the MLS of the bottle into measured shots. Then when the months over I collect the

data from the til hard drives and match it with my written data I do weekly. Chad has a bad habit of

drinking the liquor without writing it up. He'll blame the girls and deduct it from their tips. Most times I

don't think he's forgotten, he's just a penny-pinching bully. I get through the hot bottles and start

counting the pre-mixes and beer bottles with my back facing the other side of the bar.

"Ah is the bar open for service?" The manly voice cuts into my train of thinking.

"One moment." I hold a finger up, trying to concentrate.

"Scotch, neat about three fingers high when you're ready." He casually says.

I wave my hand at him again trying not to lose count. When I'm done, I straighten and pour him a

scotch.

"Heads up" I call out as I slide it along the bar countertop.

"I don't fucking believe it." He laughs. "Lisa. Lisa turner is that you?"

I look up and my eyes find him sitting four seats down the bar.

"Jimmy?" I deadpan.

"The one and only sunshine." He takes a sip from his glass.

"What on earth are you doing here." I laugh.

"I came to pay someone a visit."

"Really?" I chuckle.

"Really. I came to see my ex sister in law." His eyes scan over my face. "You look well. Have spoken

Nick to lately?"

"And here I thought you came to see me." I titter.

"I didn't know you worked here."

"No one does. And to answer your question, I haven't spoken to him or dad in seventeen years." I draw

circles on the countertop of the bar with my finger.

"I still don't understand why you never told nick you broke up with me three months before I came out."

Confusion engulfs my words.

"I did, I ended up telling him the truth when you left town. The real reason why he hasn't spoken to you

Lisa was because you got with Rachel and you knew he had been pining after her for years." There

was pity in his eyes.

"How did he find out?" I ask with guilt.

"Rachel's mother hit your mum up at the supermarket. She called you the devil in disguise and you

were leading her daughter to the devil's playground." He cackled.

"Nick was there too wasn't he?" I asked.

"Yeah, he was."

"Why didn't he just tell me then?" I look up at him.

"Because it hurt him less to let you speculate the truth."

I stand there reminiscing the last conversation I had with him.

"You know he loves you right?" Nick called out to me as I hopped into my car crying.

"Who?" I cried.

"Jimmy. He's gonna be heartbroken." He looks at me with disappointment.

"What... What are you talking about?' I didn't understand what he meant.

" You're leaving him to play scissor sisters with some other bitch!" His eyes filled with anger.

I didn't understand why he was projecting all his anger towards me. Jimmy was the one who broke up

with me and got with Nicki. He's the reason why I decided to give up on men altogether, he's the one

that broke MY heart.

I brought take out one night and showed up on his doorstep wanting to surprise him. But when I walked

in it was I who got a surprise. I walked in on Jimmy laying on top of Nicki with his hand up her top and

his mouth over hers. I didn't yell or cry out even though every nerve in my body screamed too. I just

quietly closed the door behind me and sobbed the whole drive back home. He had the nerve ro

message me later that night and give me some sob excuse that he needed time to figure out what he

wanted to do with his life and he wasn't sure if I was apart of that plan. I didn't argue or confront him

about Nicki. I just agreed with him and told him to take his time knowing it was already over between

us.

Two days later I found myself sitting at a park bench when Rachel came over and sat next to me. She

had heard about Jimmy and I taking a break, but she knew the truth behind his ruling. I mean,

everyone in town knew his reason, he was quick to flaunt off in front of his mates who his new side

candy was. Rachel invited me back to her house and not wanting to be alone I agreed. We were up in

her room, she implied we hit the club and I couldn't find it in my heart to deny her invitation. She

jumped up with enthusiasm and started pulling clothes out for us to try on. We settled on a thigh-high

dress each that clung to us like another layer of skin.

The club was packed making it near impossible not to brush up against one another on the dance floor.

We were swaying to the beat of the music when a pair of hands slid around my waist, I was pulled back

and I collided with another body.

"Wanna play kitty cat?" A deep voice purred in my ear.

He rubbed his erection up against me and my eyes landed on Rachels barely containing to stay in their

sockets with panic. She sensed my uneasiness, she stepped forward, wrapped her arms around my

neck and brushed her lips lightly over mine. She licked the seam of my lips then covered my mouth

with hers, our tongues found each other, slowly intertwining together rhythmically creating a slow dance

a slow dance in our mouths. My hands slide around her waist and I pull her deeper towards me. Lit like

a flame to a fire I kiss her with more urgency, kissing Rachel was such a sensual experience it was

driving my body crazy.

The hands that once rested upon my hips slowly left, the room slowly became quiet and everyone

began to disappear. My senses were only aware of Rachel and I wanted to take things further. I pulled

back from our meshing lips.

"Your place?" I licked my lips tasting her.

"You sure?" She pressed light kisses along my neck."

"I've never been so sure about anything up until now." My chest raised rapidly.

She takes me by the hand. "I'm going to rock your world, Lisa Turner." She says leading us out of the

club.

We crash through her bedroom door high on endorphins.

"Shower." A devilish smile plays on her lips.

We strip down bare as our eyes soak up the scene before us. Her body was perfect no flaws what so

ever. We step under the cascading water, our hands running over each other's curves and the dips of

our hips, exploring over our breasts eagerly wanting to investigate more. I drop to my knees and hook

her leg over my shoulder. I stare up into her lust-filled eyes and run my firm tongue over her sex slowly.

She arches her back with the first contact and runs her fingers through my hair.

"Don't stop Lisa." She moans cupping her breast with her other hand.

I continue to whip my tongue along her pulsing clit, licking her as if my life depended on it. I slowly

inserted a finger inside of her, feeling her tighten around me greedily sucking me. She moans loudly, I

enter another finger, slowly stretching her and start to pump my hand, thrusting my fingers to her hilt.

Her hips move riding my face and fingers.

"So close Lisa," She moaned. "Suck down on my clit and flick it." She cries out greedily chasing her

orgasm.

I do as I'm told and moments later her hips buck against my face and she's crying out as she cums

hard all over my tongue, riding my face till she can't any more. My eyes are glued to her as I watch the

most stunning masterpiece come undone.

"So..." Jimmy brings me back to reality. "Still strictly into females or?" He looks at me quizzically.

"Been off the meat log since we broke up Jimmy." I smile winking at him.

"Damn Lisa. I really did you dirty huh?" He says looking at his glass spinning it

"You did me a favour and I should be thanking you." I flash him a grin.

"So, I'm actually curious to know who your ex-sister in law is." I rub my hands together.

"Layla." He declared openly.

I gasp, and he looks at me sceptically.

"You're Ryders Jimmy?" I burst out laughing when I realised who he was to her.

"What?"

"You're thee, Jimmy." I continued to laugh. "Layla had nothing but dirty things to say about you." I bite

my bottom lip the suppress the outburst of laughter.

"And now I'm thee, Jimmy she just fucked three glorious times." He says proudly finishing the rest of

his glass off.

"Damn Jimmy. You going to be a regular?" I ask curiously.

"Hit me again." He says as he slides his glass across the countertop not acknowledging my

question.