I was putting the finishing touches on a website I developed for a multi-national corporation. I had spent the last year of my life on it and was pretty proud of it. I sat back in my chair and thought about the last year.
It started with my divorce. I married right out of college, which was too soon and lasted only two years. I was bummed about it in the beginning, but realized it was the best for all.
I dealt with the divorce by burying myself in the website. I managed to go on a few dates, but I really wasn't in to it. If I wasn't working I was at the gym. Work kept me mentally busy while the gym kept me physically busy.
Now the website was a week from being finished and it was time for me to stock once again and decide what I wanted to do next. But before I started that, I wanted to celebrate the completion of the website. It was a major goal and warranted recognition.
I wasn't currently seeing anyone. I didn't really feel like a date anyway. I was not in the mood to have polite conversation and pretend that whatever she was saying was interesting. Let's face it, usually it's not.
No, I felt more like tying one on, letting loose and not having to worry about what I said or did. I just wanted to have some fun.
I remembered a place I had gone to several months earlier. I'm not a big fan of strip clubs, but sometimes they really hit the spot. Now if I'm going to drop some cash to see naked women, they have to be good looking. Most places were hit and miss. The place I was thinking about had the most beautiful women I had ever seen. It was a classy place and outrageously expensive. That's one of the reasons I hadn't been back. But tonight I didn't care about the money. The more I thought about it, the more I realized this place was just what I had in mind.
I put on a nice pair of slacks and dress shirt and headed out. I walked into the place and it was just as I remembered it. The interior was very nice, very upper class and the girls, every single one of them, were absolutely gorgeous. The waitresses wore French maid costumes with fluffy petticoats, black stockings and spike high heels. The fantasy's started popping into my head as my eyes darted from one to the next making my way to a table.
My table was halfway between three different stages. I could easily see them all from where I was sitting. The dancers wore erotic costumes. Now these weren't your cheap Halloween costumes. No, these costumes appeared to be hand tailored for each girl as they fit perfectly. And each costume was altered to exaggerate the erotic nature of the character being portrayed.
It was like walking into a dream, an erotic dream. My thoughts went from a harem tent to a tavern in old England to a disco in the seventies. Each thought shared the same reality, beautiful women whose only thought was to please me sexually.
The waitress, a stunning blonde, came to get my drink order. After my eyes consumed her bountiful breasts barely contained within her low cut top, I managed to order a whiskey. She gave me a lustful leer that caused a stir in my slacks and walked away. I congratulated myself on making the right choice of establishments and shifted to my eyes to the main stage.
And what I saw was Santa's little helper complete with red satin mini skirt trimmed in white fur, cute little crop top with a red hood also trimmed in white fur. She was wearing red and white stripped stockings that were held in place by black garter straps.
She was simply gorgeous. She looked so cute, and yet nasty hot, in her little erotic costume. I knew instantly I would dream of her for weeks to come.
The guys approached the stage with money in their hand drooling over her every move. And she knew just how to play them. She removed piece after piece of that little erotic costume while stuffing the bills in her thong.
I fantasized about having a wife that looked like that, dressed like that on certain occasions when she wanted to spice things up.
Great fantasy. But let's face it. There is not a wife in the world that looks like that. That's why those guys were here instead of at home. I took a sip of my drink and watched as she collected bill after bill from them. They would go home horny and their wives would have a night full of sex. It was a win-win.
As hard as it was, I shifted my eyes to the next stage where I found a stunningly beautiful brunette. I didn't know what her costume was as she had already removed it. Her highly tanned body was clothed in a simple red lace g-string with a matching feather tucked into her hair held by a diamond clasp. She had a single purple ribbon tied around her neck in choker fashion, but the ribbon was much more suggestive and erotic than any choker I had ever seen. She had another purple ribbon tied around her thigh drawing attention to her perfectly shaped legs.
But it was her face, her big brown eyes that absolutely destroyed me. She had a way of looking right into your soul. Her lips were perfectly curved, pouty and sexy as hell. She seemed out of place on that stage. Her beauty certainly wasn't out of place, but I saw intelligence in those eyes that didn't seem to fit this environment.
The way she moved was hypnotic. Her lean body was the pinnacle of sensuality. Her facial expressions were sultry and provocative. I'm not one to give cash to dancers, but I couldn't resist her.
I found myself getting to my feet and taking my place at the foot of the stage with the other drooling idiots. I pulled a twenty and waited my turn. I watched as she worked her way down the line finally making it to me.
Those eyes pierced right through me capturing my inner most desires. She shimmed down and pushed those perfect breasts against my face. It was pure heaven. I tucked my twenty into her g-string as I asked her name. "Gina," she said simply. And with a final look, she moved to the next guy.
I went back to my table and ordered another drink. I saw her later working the room. She was fully dressed now, if you could call it that, wearing a saloon girl costume. The red satin complimented her complexion very nicely. She moved like a cat on the prowl. She caught me staring at her and joined me at my table.
"Hey Handsome. You look lonely sitting here all by yourself. Want some company?"
"Absolutely. May I buy you a drink?" I asked as the waitress came over.
"Fuzzy navel," she said. I ordered and turned my attention back to Gina.
"You look really good in that costume," I said with a smile.
She batted her eyelashes at me, broke a subtle smile across those pouty lips and said, "Why thank you." My heart melted right then and there. "Would it be enough to get your six guns blaring?"
"Yes it would," I said. "I wouldn't let the bad guys get you."
"But what if I wanted a bad guy to get me," she asked with a sly smile. I didn't have an answer for that. My flirting skills were no match for hers. She wrapped her arm inside on mine and gave me a smile, "Mm, feels like somebody goes to the gym."
"Yeah...I like to workout."
"I bet you have a six pack in there too, don't you?"
I figured she was just giving me compliments. She probably said the same thing to every guy in the place.
