This one is a Prequel to The Tale of Jody and Dee.
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My name is Deanna Halleywell. I'm a twenty- six year old, glazed strawberry blond with long, somewhat curly hair, hazel eyes and fair skin. Jogging three or four miles a day helps keep my weight down to a level that I like. Bicycle crunches and oblique crunches done on my apartment floor until my stomach hurts help keep it flat.
My current job as a medical records clerk, and a side income, afford a studio apartment. It's a little like living out of a hotel room but it's better than living with my parents and coping with their crap. At least I can live my life as I like it. I can bring a girl home from a lesbian bar if I choose or spend the night at her place.
Dr. Stark, a woman probably in her thirties, came recommended by a friend inside the department when I was choosing a primary care physician. I was told that she's very nice and she's thorough. I guess that's what I wanted. I had come away from my physical, and first encounter with her, liking her as a doctor.
She wears her long, light brown hair behind her ears, often in a pony tail. She has mahogany color eyes and a straight nose. She's tall and quite attractive.
I had been out for my daily run and was starting to pant by the time I had completed four miles. My legs burned. I walked along catching my breath. My run had taken me past Sarah's many times. This time I chose to visit the place. Perspiring, I walked inside. Maybe I can use the rest room to freshen up.
Sarah's Place in the district is a well known haunt that has been there since long before I moved into my apartment. It generally attracts a young crowd, typically twenty-somethings like myself. A few are in their thirties. Once in a while a woman in her forties will frequent the club. As for me, I don't get their often, but I do get there.
It's two floors are each a different venue. The bottom floor just below street level is dimly lit, with small tables for two, a horseshoe shaped bar and hard wood floors. Pictures of sexy women, sometimes nude, hang from it's walls. Outside the back is a patio with outdoor furniture and some tables.
On the second floor a DJ spins one CD after another. Girls dance or sometimes pretend to dance. The loud, thumping beat of the music often drowns out voices. Couples have been known to kiss passionately while their hands roam freely over the dance partner's ass or crotch.
The club does a different theme each night. Friday, which is the night I would go to such a place, is panties only night.
I was dressed that night in casual clothes. The outfit was low rise jeans, Nike running shoes, t shirt and sports bra.
In front of me as I walked inside there was a counter. Over it a sign on the wall read, clothing check so I approached it.
Behind it a girl with short blond hair, who looked a little like Ellen Degeneres, greeted me.
"Hi, welcome to Sarah's lounge."
"Thanks," I answered.
"Would you like to check in your clothing and just enjoy the night being as sexy as you can be?"
I chuckled at the remark. It sounded like a great idea.
"Yeah, I think I will. I just came in from a four mile fitness run. Is there anywhere I can freshen up?"
She looked to her left at a dark mahogany panel.
"There's a locker room. And yes there is a shower inside there."
As I looked around the club and my eyes adjusted I saw girls who were scantily dressed. A lot of them were flirting. Those who were not appeared about to start.
Taking a lock and key I walked through the doorway into a rather well lit room with a blue tiled floor, beige colored lockers and three shower stalls. I checked my clothing into number 8. For the next five refreshing minutes the shower washed away the sweat and body odor.
Outside the locker room the meat market atmosphere prevailed. Flirting quickly followed chatting which was often brief. A girl was bound to wind up in bed with someone. I had not had pussy in quite a while and was looking for it.
Every stool at the bar was occupied as were many of the tables. Smoke hung like fog in the air and drifted upward from cigarettes in girl's hands everywhere.
I was scoping out the hot women when I thought I saw a familiar face. That's not who I think it is. I walked up to her.
"Hi, you look like someone I know."
"I get that sometimes."
"Do you work in SF Hospital? Dr. Stark right?"
