It had been a few months since I'd been with a woman. My job had me on the road all the time for the last year and it was hard to keep up a steady relationship.
There were a few women here and there over the last year, mostly just a night or two when I got a rare three-day stay in some city. Most of them were other traveling business people like I was and we met in the hotel bar.
I wasn't the star marketing genius and the towns I'd been to lately were pretty dead. There wasn't much going on in the party scene. In the dead of winter, the director somehow always caught the meetings in places like Miami and San Diego.
Single and lonely, I was getting frustrated. I decided to go to a strip club.
I had a few of those friends who could score some action in a place like that, but I wasn't one of them. For me it would be a little nervous staring and a lot of drowning my sorrows in a glass of whiskey.
Realistically, it was probably a bad idea, I would just end up more frustrated. But tits on a screen just are not the same as real ones, close-up.
The place was your regular, seedy kind of place. I paid the cover and walked in.
The town must have been really dead because there were only two other guys in the place, and they were significantly older than me. I was in my late 30s and I wondered for a moment if I would be at a place like this in my late 50s.
There were two girls on stage, mostly normal from my experience. Both wearing flashy bikinis and swaying seductively to the loud music.
The music was good enough to be notable. Maybe this was a good starting point for the local DJs. I was pretty impressed by the lighting setup too, especially considering how little I had paid for the cover.
I sat down at a table by the stage. It didn't take long before the waitress walked up to me and asked me what I wanted to drink. Perhaps this was no surprise, she was hungry for tips and I was a third of their clientele.
The cocktail waitresses in these places were usually lookers like the girls. Maybe they are the ones who are too self-conscious about their bodies to bare it all. Or maybe they just don't want to.
This particular one, the only one at this club, could have been on stage in my opinion. She definitely was not lacking in the looks department.
"What can I get you, baby?"
I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was bored with the whole deal. I felt a little sorry for her. I was there to spend a lot of money on something frivolous. From the sound of her voice, it felt a lot like she needed a job and this was it.
"How about a glass of whiskey?"
"You got it," she said as she walked off.
On the way, she quietly asked the gentlemen sitting on either side of me what they wanted. Neither showed much reaction. It seemed a little rude or dismissive.
One was staring intently at the dancer closest to him, and the other seemed to be more interested in the drink that he was nursing. Judging by the looks of it, it probably was all ice and probably had been for a while.
The dancers were slowly starting to strip now. On the left was a tall brunette with a blue thong bikini. Her top looked almost like a sports bra, but it was very low cut and it showed off a lot of cleavage, very well.
I didn't get much of a chance to look at it, as it came off a few seconds later. Her boobs were big and perfect, I would guess probably not real.
The other girl on my right was medium height and rather well proportioned. Her breasts hung down lower and looked natural. I couldn't see an ounce of fat on her body but she wasn't skinny. She had a nice ass too, which she displayed proudly despite the bottom covering it.
My drink floated over my shoulder as the waitress put it down.
"What's your name," I asked the young lady.
"I'm Lisa."
"Hi, Lisa," I said. "Can I keep a tab?"
I took my credit card out of my pocket, along with a fifty-dollar bill.
"Sure," she said as I placed the card and the cash on her little tray and smiled at her.
"Thank you very much, umm -"
"- Ted," I interjected, finishing her sentence. "My name is Ted."
I wanted to kick myself for being so daft. Maybe someone can pull that off, debonair like James Bond or something. Out of my mouth, I sounded like an oaf.
"Well, Ted, that's awfully nice of you. Just let me know if I can get anything else."
Lisa was beaming at me, and it looked as if I'd brightened her day a little. As I said, it's a job. Money makes the world go around.
The dancer on my left had gotten her bottom off now. She was bent over with her naked bottom facing the guy near her. When she looked back, I caught her eye as her sweep around the room moved towards him.
He put a single into her outstretched hand, and she stood back up. I guess it was singles night.
Then her eyes turned towards me and she locked on. The dancer strutted over to me and sat down about a foot away from me. She laid herself down on the stage, her breasts only inches from my face.
"Hi," she said, smiling broadly. "What's a good-looking guy like you doing in a place like this?"
"What does any guy do in a place like this?"
It was a strip club, I knew that walking in. The whole point of the place was to stare, bare skin and all. That never really sat perfectly in my mind.
I chuckled a little, nervously. She broadened her smile. She could tell that I was a little timid, no doubt.
As a stripper she was there to be looked at. If I wasn't going to ogle, she was going to make me see.
In one swift movement she swung her legs around, spreading them to a perfect split. As she did this, she slid her ass a little off the edge of the stage. Her pussy was inches from my face.
That was the closest I had been to that part of a woman's anatomy in a while. I could almost smell it. Heck, it was almost close enough to taste.
I was frozen for a moment. She was every bit as hot as a porn star and she was grinning broadly at my wide-eyed surprise. I glanced up from between her legs and she winked as I caught her eye.
'Money, give her money,' I thought to myself. That's how this works.
Reaching into my pocket, I took out a ten. She relaxed her pose a little but not the smile. It looked almost as if she was giggling at me as she reached around and took the bill out of my hand.
She dropped the money on the stage behind her as she turned back facing me, and looked me straight in the eye.
"Did you like what you saw?"
"I sure do, ma'am!"
"I'm Candy."
Tacky, but at least she picked something that most guys do like.
"You're very beautiful, Candy," I said, handing her another ten. My lines tonight were more tacky than her stripper name.
"Thank you. It's not every day that we get someone like you in here," she responded.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
The second tip got me another moment alone. She pushed herself towards me, chest first. It was a wonderful view. It also got her close enough to whisper in my ear.
