"So why do you bother to come in here if you aren't having fun?" A female voice asked me.
I looked over, this wisp of a girl wearing very little had parked herself on the bar stool next to me.
One of the dancers, I realized. I had seen her up on the stage minutes earlier. I didn't pay any attention, even damn near naked there was nothing about her that interested me.
I guess my mood was showing, it didn't help that I was on my 3rd whiskey and coke, or was it my 4th?
Hell, I lost track and I didn't give a shit.
"Go away!" I growled.
"So, you are not only pouting, you are an asshole too?" She actually laughed.
I didn't answer, I just tipped back my drink and signalled Sissy, the chubby bartender. She was already just waving the whiskey bottle over the top of the glass of soda, Sissy knew me pretty well.
I figured she was trying to keep me sober, maybe hoping?
Not fucking likely, not in my current mood.
I had been in this dive quite a bit lately, and was doing a pretty fair job of making a bigger mess of my life.
"I'm not pouting!" I finally told the skinny thing, since she sat there with an expectant look on her face.
"Yes, you are. Either you got fired, your wife has been cheating on you or the only stock that went down today was yours." Another big grin crossed her face.
"I don't have a wife." I muttered.
That wasn't quite true, my wife Patty was somewhere with someone probably by now and it sure as hell wasn't me.
"Stick around, I have to go to work but you look like you could use a friend." She got up and headed back stage.
"It seems that Lee likes you, Danny." Sissy said, sliding another soda with whiskey fumes on top at me.
"On me." She grinned, turning just the right amount so that I could see her left tit, sitting there on a shelf bra.
All of it, too, Sissy did that constantly. Way back I got to see both of them, plus the rest of her since she sort of took me home and molested me.
I was single back then and it was fun, we both knew it was just for kicks and that was it.
Friends with benefits, I guess is the term. Sissy was one of those women who was happiest when a cock was all the way down her throat and I do mean all the way.
Until you have had that done to you by a female that absolutely loves to do it, you just have not had sex.
The skinny girl on stage was moving around with energy, all she had on was that wisp of cloth at her groin and some sparkly pasties.
I tried to ignore her but those silly pasties had sparklies on them, they kept catching the light which drew my eyes.
I could tell since she kept looking my way that she was trying to get my attention.
The local government had rules, up on the stage they had to keep their nipples covered, behind the bar with a blouse and skirt on there was no such rule so the best show was sitting at the bar.
Of course we could drive the few miles to outside the city limits, out there the dancers wore nothing, and spent most of the night with their legs spread as far as they would go.
But those were much more rowdy joints, I didn't like them, too many guys. Bouncers in there, big ones. Let a fart slip and you could get thrown halfway across the parking lot.
Even the cops rarely went out that far, it was safer in downtown with the muggers, rapists and drunks looking to get into a fight.
Plus it was quieter in this dive, I could sit and drink.
"Hey, wait for me!" I heard just as I was getting up to go try and drive home. I knew if I turned right and went down 12th street to Walker road, there was not much chance of seeing a cop.
"What?" I asked, turning back.
"You invited me to breakfast." The skinny thing was standing there.
"No I didn't."
"Yes, you did! You don't look that drunk to me." She slid her arm into mine, waved at Sissy who had a shit eating grin on her face, and tugged me towards the door.
That is how I met Lee.
There is no way in hell I would have ever paid any attention to her, but there was also no way in hell I could avoid talking to her.
She just would not stand for being ignored.
We talked, lord did we talk. Somehow I ended up telling her the whole fucking story, why I did I don't have an answer for.
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Patty. I met her when she was a waitress, one of those watch her for days, finally getting up the courage to ask her out things.
Later I realized there was no need to wait, if she liked a guy she would go out with them.
As things turned out, she liked me best of all and we ended up an item.
I am not sure of why on that, either. Maybe because I am one of those guys that not only will spend a solid hour with my nose and tongue down there, but I enjoy the hell out of doing that.
Patty came home with me that very first date, we sat around in my living room kissing and feeling each other up. Then she hopped up, saying she needed to go freshen up.
I heard my shower start, she was in there for a full 20 minutes. I took the opportunity to slip into my half bathroom and wash things up myself, since by then I was expecting to get some action.
I went out and sat back down, then the shower shut off and she came out a few minutes later.
Naked.
OK, so that was to the point.
Patty was very experienced, that was obvious. She knew exactly how to turn a man on, not that it took all that much work for me. Hell, I was barely 25, Patty was only 19.
Where she learned it all I never knew and didn't ask.
Sex back in the early 70's was kind of like a nice way to say hello or I like you.
The fact that she had been around didn't bother me all that much, I had sort of been around myself.
Patty did have one awesome talent, she knew how to make a man explode using her hands, now some might say any female knows by instinct how to do that.
No, they don't! The vast majority can make the thing go off, sure they can.
But the ones that can create a little orgasm, followed by a repeat, then another, then finally so huge a man's eyes fail them and they damn near pass out?
That is rare, and I don't know how to explain it. Something about changes of pace, timing, a little squeeze at exactly the right second.
I do know I loved that, and up until that very moment I had never experienced sex like that.
So here I sat, still half drunk, trying to explain this to a woman I had barely met over burritos at 2:30 in the morning?
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"So, go on. What happened?" Lee asked me. I realized I had fallen quiet, my thoughts drifting off to all that went on.
"Sorry, I spaced out."
"That's OK. Tell me more." Lee sipped her cup of hot Tea, smiled.
I began again, explaining how Patty was kind of a social animal, she liked having friends around. There seemed to always be someone at our place, often parties and sometimes just one or two couples.
One evening we were hitting the sauce pretty good, until everyone wandered off early since it was Wednesday and they had to work the next day.
Bobby, a friend of mine stayed and so did Chuck, one of Patty's girlfriend's boy friend. Sara was the girlfriend's name, she was off somewhere out of town, lord knows doing what.
The conversation got sexy and teasing, Patty was sitting there wearing a soft blouse and slacks, her usual around the house look. A natural redhead, she wore round wire frame glasses, freckles all over the place, and perpetual bumps in the front of her blouse since she didn't even own a bra.
Bobby wisecracked that he wished Sara was around, he was in the mood for a hand job.
Now Sara was Chuck's girlfriend, he shot right back that Bobby could just wish. We all chuckled at Bobby's teasing him.
Then I shot my mouth off, telling them that Patty knew how to blow a man's mind using her hands. I guess I bragged a little bit.
Chuck said that every woman on the planet knew how to do that, they were born knowing how.
"Not like Patty can, she is so much better than anyone it's not even a comparison." I shot off my mouth some more.
There were some more comments back and forth, until finally Bobby challenged me to prove it.
"You asked for it!" I told him.
I looked over at Patty, she grinned, then started laughing. Then she shot me a questioning look, realizing I was serious. I just shrugged, I didn't like Bobby challenging me very much.
I half expected her to refuse but instead she got up.
The next thing we knew, Patty was on her knees in front of Bobby's chair, his pants down around his ankles and his little 5" pecker sticking straight up.
It didn't take her 2 minutes before she had Bobby shooting off, then his eyes widened as she kept right on and he stayed hard.
Sure enough, she managed to get a second shot out of him before he went limp.
"Jesus!" Bobby muttered. Patty got up and went into the kitchen, came back with a wet towel and cleaned Bobby up.
Now Chuck and I sat there and watched that, Chuck's eyes were as big as silver dollars.
"Man, you were right! I never got my nut twice like that before!" Bobby was tugging his pants back up when he said that.
Then Chuck began asking Patty what it was that she did that was different. She told him that all she did was squeeze at the right instant to stop a boy from going off, then start again.
That was the word she used, "boy."
Next thing I knew, Patty was tugging at my pants so she could demonstrate on me. I didn't resist a lot, in seconds Patty was showing the two guys what she did and how she did it.
Then Chuck undid his pants and pulled himself out. I looked, the thing was huge, hell, he had a good inch or two on me and I come in at a solid seven inches.
I guess we were all lost in the drink and sexiness of the moment, Patty had one hand on me and the other one on Chuck.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Bobby with his pants open again, furiously jerking on his little thing.
This was getting out of hand but I didn't know what to say.
