One Friday evening, while working part time as a stripper, I really decided that I was a bit too tired for the usual activity most of my colleagues would engage in after dancing: going back the hottest babes for free pussy. I hadn't done this all the time, preferring just to get my dick sucked, since you couldn't always say where these girls "came from," if you know what I mean. This was the era of herpes, so I tried to take only so many chances. Lots of times, I would get a babe for hot action, regardless of the risks, but this particular night, I just wanted to chill for awhile, then head home.
After dancing, lots of the dancers, me included, would at least wash up and get themselves clean, since you really work up a sweat dancing and shaking your butt for the ladies. I had just finished getting dressed in something a lot less revealing, and had hung up my clothes before heading back into the club. Since we usually danced in the same clubs over time, I got to know the bartenders, and could always slip behind the bar to get myself a drink. I had just started to pour myself something, when a lady came up to the bar.
"Gin and tonic, please," she said. I noticed she was about 30, a BBW, and I quickly placed her with another big woman sitting off to one side during our show. I thought her companion had given me a nice tip, but who remembers?
"Got it," I said. As I filled her glass with ice, I turned to the bartender.
"Robbie. Gin and tonic?" I asked. He started to move toward me, when I waved him off.
"No," I said. "I got it. How much?
"Buck and a half," he said. Then he reached over and pressed the no sale button on the register so I could access the change. The lady held up two fingers.
"Two," she said.
"Two it is," I said. I quickly mixed the drinks, and gave them to her, making eye contact.
"Three, my dear."
She gave me a five, saying, "Keep it." I held her hand briefly, then said.
"My thanks." I briefly watched as she walked away, wide hips swaying slowly. Her ass was big, and round -- just the way I like it. I placed her five in the register, took out two ones and placed them in the tip jar. I watched as some of the other dancers went right to some of the women I had decided were desperately in need of hard dick. It's sometimes fun to watch how long it takes for these ladies and dancers to excuse themselves, and even more interesting, to see them both come back in after a short while, and see the dancers pick somebody else. I didn't tend to do that, but then, I wasn't one of the more flamboyant dancers, so I never expected to, either.
Since I was as much a people watcher as anybody, I decided to stay and see what was going on, and kept helping Robbie with drinks. Sometime later, the same big woman came up along with her friend, and took two of the seats at the bar near me. I acknowledged them with a smile, and noticed that their drinks were almost done. Pointing to their glasses, I asked "Ready for more?"
"Yes," the first one said. She smiled with her mouth and eyes, adding, "And some conversation, if you can spare it." I returned the gaze.
"That would be my pleasure." I quickly mixed their drinks, took their crisp $5.00 (gratefully adding $2.00 to the tip jar) then returned to them. In my family, we all helped with laundry, and my sister is a big girl. I figured the first girl to be about a size 18, while her friend was about a size 22; both of them with lots of soft curves. Plus, they were really pretty. I offered them my hand.
"My name's Wade. And you?"
The second one giggled. "We know who you are." "I'm Deb; this is Allie." We shook hands. Then, Deb looked to her friend. "What we wanted to know is, why aren't you out there with the other dancers? You're not gay, are you?" She said this with another giggle. Allie rolled her eyes a bit, and I could see that Deb's joke was just that, and not some commentary.
I smiled. "Not gay, I just enjoy watching my buddies, too." Their eyes widened.
"You mean, you watch them with these girls?" Deb asked. Now I knew why they were so surprised. I chuckled.
"Not very often," I said. "I just enjoy seeing who they hook up with, and what they do if and when they come back in. It's fun."
Allie seemed relieved. "Why aren't you doing it too?" she asked.
"Well, once I take off the eye patch, some women don't even know who I am, but today, I just felt in the mood to people watch." Deb quickly glanced at Allie, before asking, "Have you ever hooked up with somebody from here?" I nodded.
"Sure," I said, and here I decided to see of I could shock them. "This is a great club to pick up some pussy after shaking your stuff on stage." Their eyes widened again, but I could see that it wasn't because they were shocked -- they were turned on.
"So," I continued. "Did you enjoy the show?" They nodded, before Deb added,
"We've been to some shows before, but you guys are good." Then she added, smiling, "Did you remember that I gave you a tip?" I leaned over the bar to her.
"Yes, I did," I said. "And I remember that I enjoyed it very much."
"Really?"
I smiled again. "Oh, yes," I replied. "While you slipped the money in my g-string, I was checking you out." I pointed toward her heavy tits. "And any time you want to show more of these to me, you just go for it." They both laughed, and Allie said, "You're bad."
"Of course I am. That's why you came here, isn't it?"
"Fuck, yeah," Deb said. This babe was getting turned on by the talk, and I decided to let them think about that for awhile. I pulled back to behind the bar, and went to fill a couple of drinks for customers. When I came back about five minutes later, Allie asked,
"So, are you going to stay behind the bar all night, or can we talk somewhere else?"
"You want to try to get a table here?" I asked, looking around at the club, "Or…"
Deb spoke up. "You want to come to our place?" She looked toward my glass behind the bar. "What are you drinking? I bet we have it."
