Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... Karina, fine. I'll leave. But you and I are done. Our little fling, or whatever you want to call it, is over. You've got to get it through your head."

I was walking out of her bedroom to leave when Tiffany mumbled, "Sasha."

I turned back around. "What? What was that?"

"Sasha," she repeated. "He's a Russian video producer who lives in Florida. That's the only thing I know. Please don't tell Karina I told you."

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My ex-wife Natalia had a restraining order against me, but I didn't give a shit at this point. I went to the Four Aces, the strip club where she worked. We'd met there 23 years earlier, when Natalia was the hottest dancer in any club in Queens. A lot had changed since then, a whole lot. She was now the manager and co-owner of the club, and had made sure the entire staff -- including the bouncers and local police -- knew that I wasn't allowed to set foot in the place. It was a good thing I no longer gave a shit about her or the club. All I cared about was finding my daughter.

I went inside, surprised at how nice the place looked. It had been what, two years since I trashed the joint? Two years since I came back from Afghanistan and found out Karina was working there as a stripper the summer after her sophomore year in college? Sure, I went fucking ballistic, but what father wouldn't? And then there was Natalia, justifying everything. There was nothing that crazy Russian bitch could say to make things right. Nothing. That was the last straw. The ...

... impending divorce had become final.

It was only 10:30 a.m. on a Tuesday, but there were still girls dancing on stage. They were the third-stringers, back-ups to the back-ups, but fully nude nonetheless. There were no pasties or panties at the Four Aces. I wasn't even sure Natalia was going to be here, but I figured I'd take a chance.

"Holy Christ," a voice said from across the room. "Kyle Sarsgaard."

It was Jimmy Reese, the bartender. I actually started to get a warm feeling seeing him. We were pretty good friends at one point, before my big blow up in 2021, that is. He'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and ended up getting his nose and eye socked busted in the melee.

"Yo Jimmy," I said, shaking his hand and hugging him. "What's up brother?"

"Same shit, different girls." We gave each other a once over and smiled. "You know what they say -- we get older, but the girls stay the same age."

"You know it," I said, and laughed.

Someone was coming out from the back. It was Natalia. The expression on Jimmy's face changed. He started washing glasses in the sink behind the bar.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Natalia said to me in nearly flawless English, with only the faintest hint of a Russian accent. She'd been taking business classes at community college, among other things.

I smiled, hoping to disarm her. "What's up, babe. You look great. Did you lose some weight since I saw you last?"

"Fuck you, Kyle. You know you're not supposed to be ...