I was standing at the bar alone, waiting for my drink when she walked up. The hottest girl in the whole place. Not a dancer here looked a tenth as good as she did. Thing was she wasn't really dressed like one of the dancers. She was very sexy in a cage back black dress and leather boots. But they looked like clothes a woman would for a night on the town not a night dancing for men in a topless club. But I had to ask, you never know.
"Um, excuse me I was wondering if I could get a dance?" She just looked at me and smiled for a second before replying, ”I'm sorry I don't work here."
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know I wasn't. . . "
"I know its okay."
"Well can I buy you a drink? I mean if you're not here with anyone."
"Sure I'm alone."
After our drinks and a couple minutes of silence in which I furtively snatched glances of the stunning woman standing next to me, I screwed up enough courage to ask, "What’s your name?"
"Mandy." She replied extending her hand in my direction. I took and felt faint as soon as our skin touched. While at the same time responding, ”I'm John nice to meet you."
"You too."
I was looking at her every chance I got hoping she wouldn't notice, get offended and throw the drink I just bought her in my face. She smelled wonderful, her scent alone was almost enough to send me into deep orbit. I started wondering what she was doing here all alone. Maybe she was checking it out to see of she wanted to do it. God knows if she did she'd blow every girl here out the water. Make two three times as much as they did. Yet she seemed too classy for this type of gig. Not because of the way she dressed but her look, she seemed . . . I don't know different from the other girls here. And her hair was styled very classy, off her shoulders like a business manager. I decided I didn't care and would try to spend as much time in her company as she allowed. All these thoughts racing around my head until she broke them with a simple question.
"Are you here alone?" She asked putting her hand on my shoulder and leaning in close to my ear so as to be heard above the music and noise. Her touch again it felt so good, such a simple thing yet very empowering. And in my current state that's exactly what I needed.
"Yeah." I replied, and she seemed to get even closer until her breast was being pushed into my arm and her chin was almost on my shoulder. I started to get hard, I tried in vain to will it to stand down. But they say penises have a mind of their own, it certainly seemed like it now.
"Do you like my outfit?" She asked. What man would not like that outfit.
"It’s . . . well I mean it's. Uhh, it's stunning." Was all my inept brain could put together for a retort. I needn't have worried she seemed to enjoy my reaction.
"Thanks." She said, putting her other hand on my hip. I noticed that she seemed to be looking toward the door intently before saying anything. But all at once that stopped she seemed to nod and return her attention to me, thank god. The way she was standing made it very difficult not to put my arm around her. She was in the position for it. And my arm just felt like it was in the wrong place hanging down at my side. While hers was on my shoulder and the other was on my hip.
"Why don't you sit down?" She said motioning to the empty chair next to me. I complied. And then she moved in real close her mouth right next to my ear, my arm right between her boobs. Such wonderful feeling boobs, I did not feel a bra in there. "So why did you come in here? A little lonely?" She asked breathily. Making my cock jump. It was a battle to keep control of it, which I was failing miserably.