Thanksgiving...I hate it, or I did, anyway. I'm single, so no girlfriend's family to go to, and I really don't get along with my family at all. Christmas, New Year, that's pretty different, everyone's having a good time, so you can pretty much blend in with the fun. I'm not great with the bar scene, but most the girls are drunk on holidays anyway, so I can usually land someone, never means anything though. By morning either they're gone or I am. But Thanksgiving, well, everyone is with their own families, and that leaves a 24 year old man pretty much out in the cold, literally, where I'm from. November gets pretty damn cold around here.
Well, anyway, last year was another one of these damn turkey days, and again, I was alone. And, pathetic as it may sound, I really wanted to be with someone. Not just a hook-up, I mean a real connection, someone to fall asleep and wake up with. But, like I said, everyone was with family. So, again pathetically, I went to a strip club. I know it seems lame, but at least there you can pay the girls to act like they want to be with you. The local club is pretty damn rundown on the outside, but it's okay on the inside, quite clean actually. The entrance takes you to a video store and in the back are some porn booths, those get pretty filthy for obvious reasons, even though a sign says not to expose yourself. Yeah right, who the fuck is going to enforce that? But the dance area is pretty nice, dark purple carpet, dim black light except on stage, decent music, and the girls usually look pretty good. The bar is always tended by the dancers, so it's a nice touch.
I walked into the video store, and walked up to the register to pay my cover. It's usually five bucks, but the manager just waved me toward the dance area door.
"Forget it," he said, "go on inside, don't think anyone's on stage, maybe in a little bit, music's on a track, no DJ." I said thanks and walked in. Sure enough, no dancer. Well, like I said, the music is pretty good, so I sat and listened to some club music. After about ten minutes, I got up to go, but noticed someone behind the bar, so I walked over. She was beautiful, even for a stripper. She wasn't wearing heels, but was still quite tall, with very long legs. She wore a two piece bikini like most strippers do. It was a black silk with an inch of shiny silver outline. Her breasts weren't huge by any means, but then, that usually means they aren't fake. Sure enough, they sat very naturally, firm, but not sticking out like cannons. Her body was great, not thick, not too skinny (I hate that skeleton look, it's horrible) with her waist a little thinner than her hips. Her face, well...it's hard to describe. Have you ever seen a woman's face that you were hypnotized by? I mean, a great body is awesome, but when you get distracted from a great body by a woman's face, you know it's amazing. She had shimmering, shoulder length, straight blonde hair, but dark eyebrows. Possibly her hair was dyed, but I love that combination. Her eyes were blue, but a very deep blue, I don't know if she wore contacts to accent her eyes or not. Her cheekbones were high, and her lips were full and red. She had a very small, white scar above her top lip on the left side, but nothing that twisted the skin at all. Overall, a very striking apperance, with a little bit of a hard look to her. I suppose this sort of work does that.
"Hello," I greeted her, "how are you?"
"Good," she smiled, "can I get you a drink? We don't serve alchohol, but we have soda, juice, and water."
"How about a Coke?"
"Sure, ice?"
"No, thanks."
She grabbed a can of Coke from the fridge behind her and poured it into a plastic cup. I gave her a dollar and took a drink.
"So are there any dancers on the clock?" I asked. She sighed.
"No, just me. I was about to head out." I felt my face heat up.
"Oh, gosh...I'm sorry. I'll clear out, you shouldn't be stuck here for one customer."
"Oh, oh no," she touched my hand, "no, I didn't mean that. I've got nowhere to go anyway." She smiled slightly, "I cleaned up the entire club before you came in. My whole family is in another state. I'm usually at a club there, but got called here for some pretty good pay, so I couldn't turn it down. My flight back home is tomorrow. Apparently, they thought it would raise attendance if I was here. I'm Crystal, or at least that's my dancer name. No one else is here, so my real name is Trish."
I smiled. "I'm Eric. Well, not to sound like a weak pick-up line, but I can see why. You've got to be the best looking dancer I've ever seen in here."
"Thanks," Trish said as I finished my Coke. "At least I got to talk to someone today, there hasn't been one other person in here today. A few in the video store, but no customers, I thought they should have closed a while ago."
"I'm glad they didn't," I said.
"Well, Eric, would you like a lap dance?"
