They stopped in about once every two weeks or so.They stopped in about once every two weeks or so. Definitely Prep school material -- all cotton and Docksides. Probably college guys. They were always well behaved and I had been in the back room with all of them, at one time or another. They were even good tippers. So...anyway... That night, I'm dancing and they come in. Only they have a new guy with them. He's shy and blushes a lot as I play up to him and jiggle my boobs and wiggle my ass in his face. Everybody else is going crazy, but this guy keeps his hands to himself, except when he slips a twenty into my garter. His friends are razzing him and when my set ends, I sit with his crowd. They want the new kid, Bobby, to take me in the back room, but he smiles at me and says, `I'd rather take you out to dinner.' He's cute and nice and his friends are giving him such a hard time, I feel sorry for him and want to cut him a break. I tell him to pick me up in front of the club the next night and we'll go out to dinner. AND THE REST IS HISTORY? You laugh, but it was almost that simple. He was a really nice guy. He came from a large, rich family that lives in `The Valley' and he was always the `Black Sheep' because he didn't toe daddy's line. The final offense was when he enlisted in the Navy instead of going to college. He was ready to get out when I met him, and he was scared and lonely about what was to come. Cut out of the family's business, he was looking for work and was determined to make it on his own. He reminded me of me when I showed up in Baltimore. He got my sympathy. He never came to the club, again, but we dated on my nights off. We didn't have sex for months after we met, and when we did, it was quiet and sweet and tender. I had been on my own for over three years, and dancing for over two, and was tired. |