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Mike O'Reilly made his way through the dimly-lit, smoke-filled atmosphere of the Pink Flamingo, over to the long bar, and ordered a Jack Daniels. He'd been coming to the seedy strip joint for more than two weeks now, and he still hadn't found a single clue as to Alicia's whereabouts. He was quietly beginning to despair!
"That will be three-fifty sir," said the good-looking blonde behind the bar, placing the drink down in front of him, and showing him a dazzling array of even, white teeth, as she gave him a big smile. She was secretly wondering what a good-looking bloke like him, was doing, all on his ownsome, in a low joint like the Pink Flamingo?
"Thanks, Celine," he said, reading her name off a name-badge pinned to her white, silk blouse, positioned over her left breast, and returning her smile. He handed over a fiver from his wallet. "Keep the change!"
"Why, thank you sir," she replied, taking the folding money, and fluttering her long eyelashes, and thinking that she wouldn't mind going on a date with him. "I shall be off duty in an hour!" she murmured, sugestively.
When there was no reaction, the disappointed barmaid spun on her heels, and walked back over to the cash register, with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips.
"Not a bad little arse," Mike conceded to himself, as he sat down on one of the high bar stools.
He swiveled around, running his eyes over the now familiar, dimly illuminated interior, with it's numerous tables and chairs, surrounding the small, open area, used as a dance floor, when the exotic dancers or strippers weren't doing their thing! Music was playing quietly, in the background, over a sophisticated sound system.
The place was still fairly empty, at this relatively early hour, a sprinkling of, mainly male, customers, being dotted about the room. His eyes flitted from one table to the next, checking out the customers, and the friendly house girls, whose job it was to encourage them to drink bottles of the over-priced, Spanish champagne. There was no sign of Alicia, or the ugly character who'd tried to cave his head in, back at her place.
"I wonder if I'm just wasting my time?" he asked himself, for the umpteenth time, feeling his frustration starting to build, once again.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" boomed a voice, from the speakers. "Please give a warm round of applause for the delectable, ANGELICA!"
A driving rock record started up, as a long-legged, big-busted female, stepped out from behind the curtains, onto the cramped dance floor. There was a smattering of applause, as she started to bump and grind to the insistent beat of the music!
"She certainly is a looker!" Mike thought, picking up his drink, and walking over to a vacant table, near the edge of the dance floor, for a better view.
Angelica was a big, busty, blonde, wearing a tight, red minidress, and red, thigh-length, platform-soled, spike-heeled boots. She turned her back to the audience, as she gyrated to the beat, her hands slowly pulling down the zip of her dress, until it reached the small of her back. She slipped the narrow straps from her shoulders, and slowly turned around, lowering the front, and revealing a lacy, black corselet. She wriggled the dress down past her hips, and stepped out of it, before slowly starting to unlace the front of her tight corselet.
Mike downed his drink, and signaled to a hovering waitress. "Jack Daniels, please Miss! Make it a double," he growled, passing her a crisp ten pound note. She nodded, and turned to fetch his drink. Mike's attention returned to the girl gyrating in the spotlight.
Angelica finished unlacing her lacy corselet, and pulled it open, revealing a jiggling pair of 38dd tits, with large, dark areolae, and fat, pink nipples. She shrugged off the corselet, and tossed it aside. She was left wearing a lacy, black garter belt, stockings, and a pair of brief, white, tanga briefs worn over the garter straps. She caressed her large shapely breasts, squeezing them together, then shaking them free, as she shimmied to the music.
She turned her back to the audience, once more, hooking her thumbs into her knickers, before, slowly, wriggling them down over her rounded buttocks. She continued down past her knees then swiftly stepped out of them. She spun around, one hand strategically placed in front of her naked crotch, whilst the other tossed her panties onto the dance floor, with a flick of the wrist.
She turned away, once again, her hips still pumping to the beat, bending forward and slowly opening her legs, as a hand moved between her legs to mask her dark anal sphincter from the audience's avaricious gaze.
Her shapely arse swayed from side to side, in time to the music, as she slowly took her hand away, revealing her puckered cherry. She straightened, throwing her hands into the air, high above her head, as she turned to face her fans, spreading her legs, and finally revealing her sex, in all its clean-shaven glory. As the music reached the noisy climax, she rotated her hips, the stiff fingers of one hand, rubbing against the entrance to her sex, suggestively, whilst the other squeezed and kneaded a breast.
The music ended, and she swiftly bent down and picked up her discarded clothes, before running off the dance floor.
"Thank you, Angelica," boomed the disembodied voice, as her shapely tail disappeared behind the curtains.
Mike returned to the bar, and ordered another drink. He was just beginning to think about calling it a day, when he felt a hand brush his arm.
"How about buying a girl a drink, handsome?" murmured, a husky, female voice.
He spun around to see the blonde stripper, Angelica, just perching her shapely derriere on the high-stool next to him, her crimson lips set in a warm, welcoming smile. She was wearing the same tight, red mini-dress that she'd been wearing during her act.
"Sure, why not!" he replied, with a shrug. "What are you drinking?"
"A dry white wine would be very nice!" she murmured, big blue eyes gazing at him from beneath long, lush eyelashes.
