Part 1 - Chapter 1 "The Meeting - No Words Required!" It was Happy Hour and the customers were just beginning to filter in from their daily routines to sit down and have a cold one and watch a little pseudo pornographic "art", go-go and strip danc- ing, ala Linda style.Part 1 - Chapter 1 "The Meeting - No Words Required!" It was Happy Hour and the customers were just beginning to filter in from their daily routines to sit down and have a cold one and watch a little pseudo pornographic "art", go-go and strip danc- ing, ala Linda style. The Happy Hour shift started with B.J. doing her thing in her usual wanton and sexy way in the bright orangish red bikini top and bottom --- whirling around the poles on the raised stage, pole clasped firmly between her slim, white legs with a high on the pole start and a slow twirling slide to the floor of the platform. "Damn!" Linda thought to herself. "That bitch has got to be getting it off with that pole --- I'd go nuts with that thing stuffed up against my pussy twirling round like that and sliding down that god damn pole. Phew! It's no wonder they call her B.J.! That's probably all she can do after a night of THAT!" The song ended on the juke box and another started. Linda remem- bered that that was number three for B.J. and that she had to start pumping her dance songs into the box pretty soon 'cause she was up next with her set of three. She walked over to the Juke Box slowly in her see-through wrap, scanning the customers to see who she'd focus her attentions on this time up. "Boy, she thought, these guys look dead! This is goin' to be a damn tough shift!" Almost as bad as her hookin' days in Parkersburg at the 'Club' before Johnny came along and knocked her up and then slipped her out of the place. |