As the car traveled down the country road there was little light with the exception of the half full moon and the headlights of the car. But then, as if it had sprung out of the earth on the side of the road, blue and pink neon glowed in the darkness. By the front door of the windowless, cinder block building sat a lone figure on a backless stool. Illuminated by the neon lights and the large flashing "All Nude Girl Revue" sign. The man, dressed in a dark suit and tie, smoked on a cigarette.
Half asleep from hours of driving, I instantly became fully alert. I slowed the car and made a u turn to make sure I was correct in what I saw. There it was. The man, the building, the neon lights and the flashing sign. I now noticed that the building actually sat back off the road. The parking lots on the side and back were half filled with vehicles. It looked like a place a person could take an in short break on a long drive even if it was in the middle of nowhere.
As I approached the man on the stool, he simply looked up and said "Go on in. The lady inside will collect your $10 cover charge. Enjoy yourself".
I was this far along so I thought "For $10 I'll give it a shot".
As I went in the door I was immediately confronted with a large bouncer type. He looked me over then stepped aside. There, standing behind the counter, was my first proof I had made a good decision. The cashier was no more than 18 or 19. She featured blond hair pulled back in a shoulder length braid. Her face had flawless skin with a minimum of make up. Her top was a white blouse with only 2 buttons that exposed the majority of her braless, oversized tits. That view alone was worth the price of admission.
With a cheerful smile, she pointed to the curtain covered doorway and said "enjoy yourself".
The interior of the building was engulfed in a red glow. For the number of cars in the parking lot there were less than a dozen customers in the bar. To the right were the restrooms. On the left wall was a bar with stools occupied by a couple of patrons and the girls they were talking
with. Around the room were scattered tables and chairs. Four or five couples sat drinking and talking around the room. One customer with a topless girl on his lap occupied one of the booths against the wall. A few girls sat in the other booths with their phones.
In the center of the room was a large stage elevated about a foot off the floor surrounded by chairs. The stage itself was flooded with white light. On stage a single dancer was taking her top off to the sole customer sitting by the stage. She was young with long black hair with a well proportioned body. The music had a strong Latin beat. As she removed the support of her top, her c cup tits remained firm and upright.
That sight was enough to motivate the customer to drop a handful of singles on the stage. The dancer as an enticement, sat on the low metal rail that surrounded the stage. There, she raised her short skirt to reveal her lack of panties. The customer reached into his pocket for some more bills. This time he sprinkled a few on her short dress that blocked his view. With this financial encouragement, she swiveled on the rail, spread her legs, and flashed her bare pussy. As the costumer deposited the rest of his handful of money on her body, she raised her skirt to her waist. There, in full view of the bright lights was her young, glistening, pink pussy. As she rubbed her inner thighs, the customer stared as if hypnotized.
I was not much better. The young beauty drew my full attention. She was magnificent. As the song ended, she gathered her clothes and money. With only her heels and short dress on, she and her customer approached me. Looking directly at me while leading her customer by the hand, she smiled an gave a knowing wink. Her customer was in a daze as he walked behind watching the swing of her ass.
As I turned to watch them, they turned to the right, into a hallway and disappeared. Still not settled into the main room, I walked to the bar. Taking a seat, I immediately realized the bartender must have been the cashier's twin sister. She even wore the same outfit and had the same cleavage.
With a freshly served drink, I swiveled the stool to survey the layout and ladies in more detail. Nobody had moved since I entered. One girl, coming from the hallway I had passed, walked up to me. Young and friendly, she was rather plain and flat chested. She must have been new because introduction looked and sounded scripted. Giving me little time to answer, she asked....
"Would you like some company?"
"Would you like a dance?"
"I'll dance topless here or full nude in the back."
She was just not my type. I politely said thanks for asking, slipped a few bills in the waist band of her panties:; and let her go on her way. One of the girls on her phone, got up and came to the bar. A brown skin island girl with a hot body covered with a small bikini. Barely covering her natural D cups, the top left little to the imagination. She noticed that my gaze was focused on the low cut on the front of her bottoms.
As she stood there facing me her first words were "waxed" as she pulled the waistband forward and down.
It was easy to see, even in the red glow of the room, that she was not exaggerating. The fold at the top of her pussy was clearly visible. She slipped her hand up and slid the bikini top to the side to expose her full tit. She did these things with a smile on her face and an air of confidence. Then came the pitch as she put her hand on my thigh.
"Do you like?" She said softly. "We could have some fun".
