Danny continued his search as he had been, taking everything the private detective had told him as vital information. He feels like things are starting to come together.
Danny answered his phone to his mom, "hey."
"So how was the date?"
"It was great, we went dancing and she danced my socks off."
"We never go dancing," he heard her pout.
"You don't even like dancing."
"I do too. Just not
that
kind," she laughed.
"I liked those pictures you sent."
"I knew you would, but I was expecting some in return, young man! How's the search doing?"
"Loose ends, missed marks, but I think things are coming together."
"Have you figured out your next step?"
"I've been thinking about it."
"Nothings really going to prepare you for it- you know I'm here for you."
"I know, mom. Oh, the detective is calling."
"I love you."
"Love you," he switched calls, "detective Carson?"
"Danny... I just wanted to tell you that my connections have found the targets still in that city. I'll have near exact whereabouts in a day or two."
"Thanks."
"Okay, I need to get off here, have more calls."
"Take care," Danny hung up.
Later on that evening he got a call from Mandy.
"Danny are you free?"
"Yeah."
"Cool! I go on stage in a bit, like three more songs, if you want to come."
"I'll let you know when I get there."
"Now don't get too excited when you come, looking at the dancers."
"I'll save it all for you."
"You better! Gotta go," she hung up.
He gave a small chuckle at her excitement, stopped somewhere for a small meal before driving to the club. He made sure to text her when he pulled in the parking lot. Danny walked inside and saw her at the bar as he walked up, in a bikini and pasties.
"Danny," she hugged him.
"Mandy."
"Oh we can't kiss here, I'm sorry," she whispered.
He actually found himself frowning at that and she noticed.
"It's a rule, I
know
we aren't anything, but they like to have the customers think they might have a chance, or some shit."
"Makes sense."
"Have a seat and enjoy the show," she went back stage.
Danny got something to drink and found a small table, watching some slim blonde on stage dancing, she reminded him of some of the girls he knew, what he thought he liked at one time, what he was supposed to like until he grew a little wiser with experience. The woman walked off stage as the disc jockey announced Mandy to the stage- now that's who he wanted to see.
Mandy strutted out in a bikini top with plastic windows and a g-string, slowly spun around the pole, smiling when she found him. Mandy jumped and wrapped her leg around, climbed up to slowly slide down, leaning nearly upside down, while removing her top. Danny saw her breast press against the bottom of her chin, something seemed to move in him. Mandy's head landed on the stage floor, steadied with her hands, pushed herself over with her free leg, spreading them as she hit the ground in a split. His jaw dropped at the way her butt and thighs shook from the impact, she turned and aimed a wink back at him, twisted her body until she faced the already loud crowd, who got louder when she gathered her breast and licked each nipple.
Dollar bills were thrown at her, she stood behind the pole, breast wrapped as far around, dropped to her knees several times- Danny wanted her to do that to him. The way Mandy grinded the pole reminded him of their finish the night before, he wasn't fond of twerking, but watching her do it, just made his erection push against his jeans harder. Mandy leaned her breast just close to the faces of those at the stage, each one as she took their money, stood and tucked it all under her breast, allowed others to fill her thong. Danny caught himself rubbing himself. A man and woman sat at a table near the stage; Mandy stepped off, switched her hips heavy in her walk as others tried to stick more money in her thong, straddled the woman, rubbed her breast in her face, sat in her lap, held her face while she kissed her lips. Mandy took the twenty, rubbed it across her chest before going back to the stage, did a cartwheel, landing in another split, she gathered some of the money and dropped it on herself, slapped her crotch with some as it fell from her hand. After working the pole a bit more, she started gathering the money all up as the song ended. Mandy gave Danny one last look, ran off stage as she started to laugh at him gawking at her.
The crowd grew louder as a brunette woman came out in a skimpy cop uniform with a dildo in the holster. Moments later he saw Mandy come back out for crowd work, still topless. Slowly she made her way to him with a big grin on her face.
"Keep holding your mouth open like that and one of these guys might stick their dick in it," she sat in his lap.
"You were fucking great up there, Mandy."
"Aww! That means a lot coming from you- oh hello little Danny," she rubbed his cock.
"Ah yeah, that's all your fault."
"Don't say it like it's a bad thing. You should get control of that before I get off work, I'd like it to be ready for later, mm'kay?"
"Later huh?"
"If you want your new favorite desert after dinner. Plus I have a little surprise for you."
"Sounds good," he patted her butt.
"You'll love it. Gotta get back to work," she stood, "Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't let these other girls get you too excited."
Danny was in there a while, a few of the strippers came close to the beauty he saw in Mandy. He had a few beers. She had been back on stage twice, twenty minutes passed since he last saw her until she came out to him carrying a backpack.
"Hey sugah."
"I see why guys really like these places."
"Don't tell me this was your first time at twenty-eight."
"No, they just aren't really my thing and the strippers aren't usually my type," he stood.
"Are any of these your type?"
"One or two of them. Oh and this one lady with black hair, Hartman's hips, with a nice fake rack."
"How do you know they're fake?"
"Because it's
so obvious
and that's oddly what I like most about them."
"You
like
that her fake tits look fake, huh? So that's sexy to you?"
"I think it is, actually... they just... look better that way. I think her name was Mindy? Molly? Something like that. Mittie maybe."
