Emily felt inadequate sitting in the booth between the voluptuous Deidre and her boss, Kurt. They had just finished lunch at Deidre's club and Kurt was telling her about Emily's great discovery. With luck, it would make them all rich!
Deidre was wearing an extremely thin, almost transparent white dressing gown with hardly anything on underneath. It was belted, loosely, around her impossibly thin waist. She did nothing to keep her abundant natural breasts, covered when the upper gown parted, as it did often, and when she stood it was obvious through the material that only a tiny G-string concealed the charms between her gorgeous legs and womanly hips, all with a healthy glow to her skin. She knew that the customers liked her to walk around like that and she didn't mind at all, as long as they kept their hands to themselves and paid their tab. With that body, and her beautiful face, it was hard to believe that she was in her forties.
They were there to talk business and to present Emily's proposal. It shouldn't have mattered so much to Emily, pale and demure in a white blouse, gray vest and matching skirt, whether Deidre approved of her personally but it did. The younger woman was thrilled to be accepted by this legend of sex and stage, someone she thought she could never approach.
The business plan was bold. It required both the best legal talent available in the world of commercial sex and a source of capital. Kurt was the best lawyer in the country specializing in the sex industry. The capital would come from Deidre's sugar daddy, her paramour of twenty years, the man who was already the richest pornographer in the country. They agreed that they would make an appointment to meet with him later that week and present the idea. Deidre would set it up -- she was sure he would go for it. She was equally sure he would try to screw them out of money along the way but she could handle him, she thought.
Kurt had to get back to the office but Emily was not working that day and didn't have classes at the community college so Deidre invited her to stick around, drinks on the house. She figured by Emily's petite figure that she couldn't drink much.
The boisterous lunchtime crowd had thinned out now and the strippers were starting to pack up. Some of them would come back in the evening for happy hour and the night shift. The few that stayed used the early afternoon to polish their routines and practice new ones, because practically the only bar patrons at that hour were the regulars, mostly unemployed or retired, and they loved anything their favorite girls did -- they especially loved the mistakes.
Deidre was busy ordering supplies and supervising some repair work so Emily was left alone at the corner table. She looked around. There was an open staircase leading to something that looked like a balcony with windows but she didn't know what it was. She also didn't know what to order, so the kindly bartender made her a strawberry daiquiri, but watered it down. She had two and found that it went to her head.
The bouncer at the club came over, a huge, big-muscled, square-jawed guy with blonde hair in a crewcut. Emily was afraid of him at first, but relaxed when he smiled warmly and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, Carlos," she had said after he had said his name. "Karlo," he said. "Short for Karlobag. My family came from the Balkans." The way he said it and looked into her eyes made Emily relax, in spite of his overpowering physical presence. Karlo had to circulate but he kept coming back to her booth when he could. Now that she was relaxed, she enjoyed his company. He seemed to like her, she thought. He had eyes as blue and cold as ice but they seemed to melt when he looked into hers. Soon, she felt tiny but safe beside him. She was surprised that he would spend time with little, flat-chested her (that was an exaggeration, really -- she was just small) when there were buxom, knock-out beautiful strippers in the club.
She didn't know it then, but Karlo felt like he had just met someone very special. For the six years he had been working for Deidre, practically the only girls he had met were strippers and hookers. Not that there was anything wrong with stripping and hooking, he thought, but even though they looked good -- great, actually -- no fantastic, actually -- these women so often had bad attitudes and he saw close up that their personal lives were usually a mess. He had a big appetite for sex and women found him irresistible but these girls always wanted to do the same thing: go to an after-hours club, get drunk, and go back home for a night of wild fucking -- over and over again, never anything new. He wanted a deeper relationship.
The club girls were really pretty to look at but they didn't look real -- their organs and curves were fun to look at and handle but like nothing seen on real human beings; this girl was cute and modest and demure. Here was a girl who he could take back to meet his mother -- a nice, "normal" American girl. And yet, he worried, she seemed so shy and reserved. Was she a virgin? If they dated, would she agree to have sex with him? How long would it take? How much could she take? He needed it a lot and how could this shy sweet girl ever keep up with him? Karlo brooded and moped and talked himself out of propositioning her every time. Every time he went back to talk to her, he felt tongue-tied. He couldn't get up the courage to ask her out. She was just too "nice".
While he was busy trying to get up the nerve to ask her for a date, Emily watched the strippers doing their new routines, some clumsy as they were just starting out, others well practiced but just trying to smooth out a rough spot. She admired them so much. They had such sexy bodies and so much self-confidence and men loved to look at them. She loved to look at them. She wished she could be like that.
Then about 2:00, the fabulous Charlene came by! Charlene, herself! The famous stripper who caused the sex riot a few years ago on this very stage! The police tried to find some way to press charges but nobody in the club that night would say anything. It remained the biggest underground sex breakout in Los Angeles history.
