This is a story of complete fiction. Any and all characters portrayed are at least 18 years of age.
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There are certain things you just don't expect to ever see, and this was definitely one of those things. Work had been a real bitch, but at least I had a good Christmas bonus that was threatening to burn a hole in my wallet. I had decided to stop in at Mick's for a few overpriced beers and yes, to get a look at some titties. The place was a hole, but in such a thriving metropolis as Beaumont, my choices were here or nothing.
I slid back in my seat, hoping the poor lighting and the crowd would keep me from view as the woman on stage started dancing. It was obvious she was nervous as she fumbled with the Velcro straps holding the tear away top in place. Her long black hair reflected the lights, shining luxuriously. I tried to remember how many times I had stood in the hallway watching her run a brush through that hair.
"Get on with it, show us them titties." I guy in the front row shouted.
I resisted the urge to go over and shove his beer bottle down his throat. The woman forced herself to smile as she finally managed to free the straps and toss the red top onto the floor before parading in front of the men, shaking her tits. I was surprised, to say the least. First by the sheer size of them, and also by the relative firmness.
Now they weren't huge, in fact they would barely qualify as large, and were definitely smaller than the previous dancer. And by relative firmness, I mean they didn't sag down onto her belly, but they did sag enough that you knew they were real. Of course, at forty-three she was no spring chicken, but damn, she was a hot forty-three. A couple guys held out dollars and she walked up, giving each a good show before grabbing the money and tossing it behind her. The guy with the big mouth held a bill in his teeth and she managed to pull it free with her tits, much to the applause of the crowd, and her obvious disgust. Again, that urge rose up, but I sipped at my beer and tried to slide further back into my booth.
The music changed and the woman turned around, shaking her ass seductively as she peeled off her shorts, letting them drop to the floor before bending over to shake her ass. It was an admirable attempt at twerking, in fact, had the situation been different, I might have been drawn into becoming one of those sitting at the edge of the stage waving money at her. Instead, I just waved at the waitress, holding up my empty bottle.
She made her rounds again, collecting more money before doing a quick routine on the pole. It was obvious she wasn't too familiar with it, but I had seen worse. She ended her pole routine facing the back of the stage as the music changed again. I thought that might be the end, but she made another round, this time crawling from patron to patron; her heavy tits swinging like pendulums. As she neared the jerk, he stood up, waving a hand full of cash.
"I got a pole you can ride, baby." He shouted, thrusting his crotch toward her.
I edged to the corner of my booth, my hand gripping the table just as the waitress arrived with my beer. She stood between me and the stage, her bare belly button begging for my attention as she sorted through the cash on the table.
"Some of these guys are real jerks." She said as she lifted a ten from the table and started making change.
"Keep it." I said, leaning over to look past her just in time to see the bouncer grabbing the jerk by the arm and pulling him from his seat.
"And jerks don't stay around long." The waitress added, bending down to give me a good view down her blouse.
"You seem interested. I can send her over when she's done if you want." The waitress said, when she noticed I was watching the stage instead of her tits.
"Uhm, no thanks." I replied, managing to tear my eyes away from the woman on stage and give the waitress a good once over.
"You sure? It's her first night, so I'm betting she'll be available." She said, leaning in a little closer and nuzzling my ear. "Add another fifty and I could join you two." She whispered, making sure her tongue danced across my earlobe.
"Uhm, maybe another time." I said, wishing some other dancer, any other dancer had been on stage right then.
"Okay, but I can't guarantee she'll be available next time. Once they get a taste for the money they can make off the floor, well, you know what happens, don't ya?" she said, giving me one last look down her blouse before standing and walking away, her attention now directed at another booth.
The woman on stage was winding down her performance, making one last round giving each guy at the stage a short lap dance and tossing their money on stage. The waitress was standing at another booth a short distance away, bending down just as she had for me. I sat for a moment, admiring her firm ass, seemingly painted into the tight jeans she was wearing. I saw her glance back toward the stage and nod before leaning in to offer the guy another view of her tits. It was obvious she was offering him the same deal as she had offered me, and it appeared he was taking her up on it.
The woman on stage stood staring at her, biting her lip for a moment before gathering up her clothes and the pile of money she had made and hurrying off stage.
"Fuck, what do I do now?" I thought, as the woman disappeared into the changing area behind the bar.
The waitress was walking toward me, and not knowing what else to do, I waved her down.
"I changed my mind." I said, pulling out my wallet.
"Your too late sweetie." She said, bending down and giving me another good view. "Maybe the next dancer."
"I want that one. Look, I'll pay double, plus an extra twenty for your tits." I said, opening my wallet and showing her the stack of bills.
She looked at me, then at my wallet, then over her shoulder at the other booth.
"He won't be happy." She said, reaching into my wallet and pulling out a fifty. "But this should shut him up."
She turned and walked back to the other booth. As she leaned down and spoke to whoever was there, the music started and another dancer came on stage. I slid back into my booth as the waitress spoke to whoever was in the other booth. A few minutes later the waitress came back, all smiles as she leaned into the booth and nuzzled my neck.
"He's not very happy, but like I said, the money shut him up. I'll go get Vivian."
Again the tongue, this time it circled around my ear, a hint at what I might get to enjoy in a few minutes. She grabbed my hand and placed it against her tit for a moment, pressing into me like there was some sort of connection between us other than the pile of cash she had seen in my wallet. I pulled out my wallet and handed her two fifties. She smiled and reached out, grabbing three more.
"Remember, you said twenty for my tits, and you were going to double it." She purred, pressing her tits into my face again.
As she walked away, I admired her ass again. Had circumstances been different, that ass might well have been worth what this was going to cost me. Still, it wasn't like I had much of a choice. This was my mother we were talking about.
As the waitress disappeared behind the bar, I glanced over at the bouncer, trying to get a good idea about him. He was big, that was for sure. Well over six foot, but he was more fat than muscle. Of course that wouldn't stop him from breaking me in half if it came to it. I just hoped it wouldn't. I slid further back into the booth, trying to plan everything out just in case things went bad. I slid my hat forward on my head, hiding my face as best I could. Moments later the waitress appeared, and beside her was Vivian looking more terrified, than anything else.
"Vivian, this is, uhm we'll call him Grant 'cause he has lots of Grants on him." The waitress laughed, as she pushed Vivian into the booth, before sliding in on the other side.
"Hi, sweetie." Vivian said as she slid up next to me, her hand reaching out timidly to touch mine.
As I lifted my head her eyes went wide and she jerked her hand back.
"Oh my God! I, oh God!" she muttered, as she started to get up.
"Vivian! Sit down!" the waitress said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back into the booth.
"I'm sorry Grant. She's just a little nervous. Maybe we should take this to the private room?"
