Sitting alone at the bar bullshitting with the bar staff was not Mia's plan for today. In her mind she was calculating the amount she needed to make before her shift was over. Yet, no customers had shown yet and she was already there hours into her shift, with three left to pass by slowly.
She glanced into the mirror behind the bar and noticed a few hairs out of place after her last stage set and proceeded to fix them. Even with little to no makeup on and natural hair, she was easily beautiful, although she would never admit it. Her dark brown hair with fuscia ends flowed delicately along her jawline and collarbones, drawing attention to her perfect breasts put on display. She was wearing a basic floor-length black dress with a dipping neckline and hip-high slits on both sides revealing her numerous tattoos. Her 8 inch patent black leather boots brought even more attention to her perfect long legs. The combination made her almost irresistible to every customer that walked in to the dimly lit club.
Although Mia's job was to allure men to empty their wallets to her while navigating promises for attention and sexual type favors, Mia was sexually aroused by females.
Females like the older, wiser, sexy bartender with naturally big, perky breasts and athletically plump butt. She spent most of her free time at work hinting and suggesting her attraction to the bartender. Which in all honesty just attracted men to Mia even more in hope of a three-some.
Finally, out of the corner of her eye Mia noticed a tall figure walking into the club. She straightened her posture, fluffed her hair, and took another glance in the mirror before turning in her seat at the bar to face the figure walking towards her. As she turned, she got a whiff of his cologne- sandalwood, musk, & a hint of something she couldn't pin point.
"You smell SO good!" she announced as he took a seat next to her.
"I'd hope I didn't stink!" the tall man joking replied.
She took in his appearance slowly. Clean shaved head, freshly shaved face, piercing hazel eyes, gorgeous lips, beautiful chocolate skin, well-dressed muscular body including tightly fitting jeans that didn't leave much to the imagination, a well-polished Rolex, and expensive Italian leather loafers. A promising customer!
The bartender welcomed him by name, "DON!!!! Baby!", she yelled as she walked around the end of the bar to give him a hug, obviously they knew each other.
Mia offered up an introduction, something she very rarely did, "Hi Don! I'm Mia!"
He immediately flashed a perfect smile and asked, "Are you new here?"
"I've been working here about a week, off and on."
"Wow!" he directed his next question at the bartender who had already returned to her spot behind the bar, "Has it really been a week since last time I was here?"
The bartender laughed, "I guess so!". She looked at Mia, "Don is usually here everyday."
"Ugh", Mia thought. She hated regulars, they rarely spent money and when they did they expected the most.
"Don't listen to the urban legends about me around here!" Don chuckled.
"Oh what would those be?" Mia asked.
Before Don could answer three dancers emerged from the locker room and made an immediate route to Don, heels clacking on the concrete floors.
"DON!! OMG!!" one of the girls exclaimed as she leaned in for a hug that was only semi-reciprocated by Don leaving her pride and ego a little bruised. One of the others immediately whipped out both perfectly round, plastic breasts and jiggled them in his face almost grazing his lips with her erect rosy nipples.
Don was unfazed and uninterested in all three of them but seemed to enjoy the attention. Mia could feel his gaze and noticed him undressing her with his eyes when the DJ interrupted everyone and announced over the PA system, "Mia to the main stage. Mia!"
Mia grabbed her simple black purse off the bar and slowly stood up purposely rubbing her small but round ass on Don as she left the bar. She made her way up the backstage stairwell and onto stage. The music was not her favorite but it was at least better than what the DJ usually chose for her. She took a deep breath and walked out on stage. Every step she took, the slits in her dressed flashed a small sneak peek of her purple thong.
She usually focused on the bartender to ease her stage fright, but today she looked right at Don. He was enthralled with the attention being given by his enteroge of dancers. Mia slowly moved her hips in rhythm with the song showing off her mile long legs through the slits in her dress, sensually moving around the pole on stage until the first song ended. Her thoughts quickly interrupted by the DJ's announcement of the second song on the PA system, "Mia, round two!"
"Shit!" Mia thought, "I was already suppose to have taken off my dress."
She quickly untied the neck strap of her dress, allowing it to drop to her wide hips, exposing a purple bikini top keeping her C-cup, tear-dropped, natural breasts covered. She wiggled out of the black gown the rest of the way, exposing her tight purple thong and round ass. She strategically made her way around the pole and bent over to pick up her dress, keeping her spread legs stiff and straight and shaking her small, milky white ass while doing so. She tossed her dress backstage and took back to the stage. Showing off her body and sensually dancing to the music.
Mia looked over at the seat once occupied by Don only to realize it was empty. "Where did he go?" she thought to herself. Normally, it wouldn't matter but he was literally the only customer in the club and she felt stupid dancing if nobody was watching. She did a sexy spin on the pole and immediately realized he was standing at the edge of the stage, mesmerized. Mia giggled to herself, ego and confidence boosted. She untied the neck of her bikini top allowing it to fall as she slid to her knees directly in front of Don. He blushed almost like she did the act especially for him and not because it was her job.
She whispered, "How is your day going so far?" as she air-humped the floor and began to get on her hands and knees. "Better, now that I've met you", Don replied with that perfect cheeky smile. She turned around and twerked inches from his face, hoping her ass would be sexy enough to entice him more. After what seemed like an hour for her knees, thighs, and muscles the DJ announced, "Last round, Mia! Give it up for Mia! Last round!"
Mia turned back towards Don and his hands immediately went to her tear-drop breasts, giving them a slight squeeze. He traced his fingers down her sides pulling the waist band of her thong away from her wide hips and placing money there. She stuttered, "T-th-thank you!", while attempting to stand up to make one last spin around the pole before the song ended and Don made his way back to his original seat at the bar. As soon as the song cut off and next dancer was announced, she quickly made her way backstage to get dressed.
She retied her bikini top, double checking in the mirror that her nipples were covered by the tiny triangle of fabric. Mia slowly stepped into her dress and shimmied it up before tying it behind her neck. She did a final check in the mirror that her breasts were modestly on display, begging to be touched again. This was the first time she had been attracted to a customer and she was now on a mission- Don, Mia, and the bartender in VIP before shift's end!
Mia made her way back to the bar with her new mission on her mind. She sat down next to Don as he asked, "Would you like a drink, Beautiful?"
"Sure!", she replied gingerly. "Fireball, please!"
He laughed to himself and called the bartender over to order Mia's drink, never once removing his gaze from Mia's chest.
Don was confident, very confident. He knew he looked good, he knew he had the funds to sponsor any lifestyle he chose, and he even knew he had the intelligence and the kind of personality most girls would con into marrying them. Usually he was pushing girls off of him. He was 58, yet looked 30 and had the libido of a 20 year old jock. Not many females caught his eye, but Mia was in a class of her own. He could immediately tell nothing about her was fake, including her personality.
He had only known her minutes but found himself craving her attention. He respected her job but he wanted to be more than just another customer. He bit his lip as the thoughts of having her in his bed floated through his mind and made his dick throb against the tight crotch of his jeans.
"Not to be direct but just curious, what do you like?" he sheepishly asked, feeling like a teenager again in Mia's presence.
"What do you mean? Hobbies? Drinks?...", Mia innocently asked.
"Kinks.", Don abruptly blurted out in response to her question.
She could feel her cheeks heat up as she blushed and thought about her answer carefully. She had never really thought about it and usually just went with the flow of what others liked. She was not vanilla by any means but no partner had ever really cared to know what pleased her. Don obviously saw that she did not have an answer planned for his question and attempted to give her an out, "If you don't want to tell me, you could show me.."
His statement made her tight pussy wet. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She grinned showing a beautiful set of perfectly straight, white teeth.
"I mean I usually go for females..", she managed to slip out.
"Yeah? Me too!", Don joked making Mia laugh. Mia was never the type of girl to meet a guy and jump his bones minutes later but there was something pulling her towards Don. Maybe his sense of confidence or maybe it was just his protective physical stature, Mia surely could not pin point it.
