I awoke the next morning, got ready, and went to the bakery for breakfast a little bit after when the morning rush ended. Kriszta and Jana were both behind the counter. Jana took my order with a smile and I sat at what had become my usual seat to eat. I watched as Jana and Kriszta served the remaining patrons, enjoying the sight of their well-formed bodies as they moved back and forth behind the counter. I lingered over my coffee until the last of the other patrons left the bakery and the women began to clean up the used dishes.
As she passed my table, Kriszta stopped by my table and began to chat with me as if we'd never met asking about where I was from, what I'm doing in Hungary, etc. As Jana passed the table on the way to get more dishes, Kriszta asked, "So what do you think of Hungarian women? Do you think she's hot?" Jana gave Kriszta an embarrassed look, then turned to me with a raised eyebrow and a questioning look.
I smiled and said, "Well, give me a turn and let me look at you." Before she could object, Kriszta piled on, "Come on, even though we know he's been watching us all morning, let him get a good look." Jana blushed a little, then spun slowly in place. I feasted my eyes on her delectable ass and admired her native grace.
"Simply beautiful," I said.
"What do you think of her?" Jana asked while nodding towards Kriszta.
I glanced at Kriszta, "Well, give me a turn," I said. Without argument Kriszta rotated in place, swishing her hips saucily.
"Also beautiful," I said.
"Who's prettier?" Jana asked.
"Now, that's not a fair question!" I said. "You've each got a different kind of beauty. Kriszta is ridiculously hot; you've got a sweetness to you that is incredibly attractive. As much of a cliché as I'm sure it is – it's like comparing hot paprika to sweet paprika, they're both great but you can't compare them."
Jana said to Kriszta followed by something in Hungarian that sounded to me like an "I told you so."
Kriszta said to me, "I'll tell you a secret. I also work as a stripper. I've been trying to convince Jana here that she should try it to make some extra cash. She keeps saying that she's not hot enough to make any money as a stripper; that since her boobs aren't as big as mine nobody will tip her."
I looked at Jana, "You're wrong, you know. You'd make a mint."
Jana look confused, "A mint? A candy? What do you mean?"
"No, no! I said. A mint is also where they print money. You'd have to put up with every other guy asking, 'what a nice girl like you is doing in a place like this?' but all sorts of guys find the sweet ones more attractive than the hot ones. I'm one, for example."
"I don't think I could," Jana said.
"Think about it this way, if all strippers are as hot as Kriszta here, with big boobs, and great ass, what's to separate them from each other?" I asked. "It's attitude, the way they hold themselves, the way they dance, the way they approach the customers. Guys going into a strip club want to see the girls having fun, they want the illusion that the girls enjoy what they're doing, enjoy teasing guys. Some girls (like Kriszta, here) really do enjoy showing themselves off and making guys pant. Other girls just do it for the paycheck and are thinking about how much laundry they have to do and that they need to remember to pick up eggs from the store on the way home."
"How do you know I enjoy it?" Kriszta demanded.
"Come on now, you love every second, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," she admitted.
"I don't think I could get used to being naked in front of strange men," Jana said.
"It does take a bit of practice," Kriszta answered, "and you have to make sure that you don't give a couch dance to the wrong guy."
