I was at a local topless dance bar with a buddy of mine.I was at a local topless dance bar with a buddy of mine. I was kind of a regular there, coming in about once a month or so. One of the reasons I was a regular was sitting on my lap at the moment. Her name was Julie, and she worked most Saturday nights, which was when I usually came in. Naturally she was very pretty, blonde, tanned, slender, with small breasts (but real and nicely shaped), great legs, and an ass to die for. On top of the very nice physical package she was friendly, chatty and gave a WONDERFUL lap dance. She touched as much as the law would allow, and maybe a bit more. And as time had gone on (this was the sixth time I had come in during the past 5 months) her dances for me had gotten just a little more risque, a little hotter, a little more daring. She let me touch her back quite a bit too, but I was always careful not to go over the line. It was still great. She also gave lip-kisses. Most of the girls would only give you a little nip on the cheek. Little details like that mean a lot to me. Anyway, we were there and my buddy got up to go to the restroom. As he walked away, I sighed, considering the fact I only had $22 bucks left of the $130 I had started with, and observed that it was unfortunate the evening was going to have to end fairly soon. "How come?" Her voice wasn't bad either, not the gravelly, husky female voice that made me melt, but pretty nice all the same. I explained the money thing. I usually got 4 or 5 (3 or 4 from her) dances and 3-4 overpriced drinks when I came in. She knew my limits, but I'd only had two of her dances tonight -- she had been with other customers. She leaned down with her lips to my right ear and pressed her warm soft cheek to mine. I loved it when she did that. She did it quite a bit. "Who says it has to end?" she asked softly. That raised my eyebrows. She never pushed me to haul out my plastic for her, never pushed period. A rarity, and yet another thing I liked about her (you're gonna be sick of all the little details I liked about this woman before I'm done). That left one possibility, one I'd never seriously considered before. It was against club policy for dancers to go out with customers. Naturally the owners were afraid of getting nailed for pimping or something, or even being innocent bystanders in a prostitution scandal. |