As a disc jockey, I have opportunities galore for sex. I work several different clubs per week, and most are recurring gigs. Gratuitous nudity is something I truly love, and it's a rare week when I don't get to see an ass or a pair of fine breasts bared for my viewing pleasures while I'm working (and that doesn't include the ones that come home with me for some after-hours fun). Several places are actual dance clubs, but I also work smaller bars as well. One bar I work at is in a small Podunk town that just happens to be where I went to high school, Washington Tigers territory. Yippee ki-yi-yay. For those of you who aren't familiar with these small rural towns, it's a place where everybody knows everybody. You wave to cars driving by, the town gossips (that town has several) keep everyone informed of everyone else's business, and a large percentage of the population is related in some way. I come from a big family, and there are a lot of 'em living in and around that town. I guess it shouldn't have surprised me then, really, when my cousin Tara got hired on there as a bartender.
Tara was one of those girls that, growing up, were always Little Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes. Never drank, never partied, she just studied and did the things a good girl does (whatever they may be). Nowadays, however, she had become one of the hottest commodities this little town had to offer. Wavy chestnut brown hair, a beautiful smiling innocence that was betrayed by her tight, tight jeans and her half-shirts exposing that pierced belly button and flat tummy. I was elated to learn that she was now working at this particular bar. Tara was a rather distant cousin (my mom and her dad are first cousins, whatever that makes us), and since she was about six or seven years younger than I, we'd never really known each other very well growing up. Over the course of several months I began to get re-acquainted with this cousin that I'd never really known in the first place, and I came to realize that this was a young woman whose company I truly enjoyed. I began coming by on my nights off on occasion when she was working, playing some pool with the guys, chatting with the owner, but I could admit to myself (if not anyone else) that I was really going there because of Tara. There was just something about her, this impish naivety that somehow made her even more alluring. Oh, and the fact that she had a body that could make a saint weep with lust. The odd thing was the fact that she seemed totally unaware of her own sensuality, or so I thought….
It came about on just a regular Thursday night gig. I'd brought all my equipment in and was busy setting up when I overheard the conversation that Tara was having with one of the other bartenders (he was off that night, I think he hung out there for the same reason I did). The place was quiet, only a few people were there that early, so their voices carried over to me clearly. I listened in amazed silence as Tara told of a pair of drunken customers the night before offering her a twenty to show them her boobs, but what shocked me was the fact that she said she'd gone ahead and flashed them! You could have knocked me over with a feather. Where had this come from? I had thought of Tara as the same person she'd been back in high school, but obviously something had changed since then. I decided it was a good time to go grab a beer, I left the remaining setup work undone as I slipped behind the bar and cracked open a bottle, taking a long swig as I eased my way over next to Tara and into their conversation. Tim was griping good-naturedly about the fact that he'd missed her little show, and joking about pulling out a twenty right there on the spot so he could get some of that action. Tara's next words caught the total attention of both Tim and I.
"What I'd really like to do is go to the Lion's Den (a strip club about an hour away) on amateur night!" she giggled.
That mental picture had both Tim and I speechless for a moment, there was a long pause before either of us found our tongues again, then we both started babbling our approval of that splendid idea! Tara just laughed it off, saying she'd be too embarrassed to show herself off like that, and we let it go for the moment. I went back to my work, finishing off the last bit of my setup, but my mind kept wandering back to the thought of Tara on a stage slowly, seductively pulling off her clothes to show that incredibly hot body of hers. My cock stirred in my jeans as my imagination went wild, picturing her bending over above me, her ass pointed right at me as she slipped a pair of g-string panties down over her tight buns, exposing herself to my gaze, just for me.
I snapped out of my daydream, realizing I was standing stock-still with a forgotten speaker cable in my hand. I finished up as quickly as I could, hampered by my now-straining erection.
The show kicked off, and I was thankfully distracted from my thoughts about my cousin for a few hours as people started dancing, requesting music, and all the other normalcy of one of my gigs. At one point I even had the distinct pleasure of autographing a young woman's bare breast (not that I'm famous or anything, I think she was just wanting the attention), copping an easy feel as I signed just above her nipple. The gleam in her eye as she walked away told me that she'd definitely enjoyed it, and I made a mental note to make a play for her sometime, the sooner the better.
Aside from that, however, it was a pretty dull night and I was more than happy to make the announcement for last call at the end of the evening's festivities. The young lady that I'd felt up had already latched onto some guy she'd apparently been waiting for (he showed up not ten minutes after I'd scribbled on her breast with a pen, wonder what he was going to think of that when he saw it?) and I'd gotten a name and email address from another cutie. All in all, not a bad night.
I was just finished packing up, the last patrons long gone when Tim brought up the twenty dollar bill again. We all laughed about it as I collected my pay from Tara, two hundred bucks cash was handed to me in (you guessed it) twenty-dollar bills. Tara turned away, counting her tip money and I peeled the top bill off and held it between two fingers as I grinned at Tim behind Tara's back. He raised an eyebrow at me, looked at Tara and back at me, a puzzled look on his face. I tossed the bill onto the bar in front of him and understanding dawned on his face as he scooped it up.
"So…. How did you do tonight?" Tim asked Tara as she finished her counting.
"Not so hot, only forty-three bucks for the whole night," she said, turning around. Her eyes widened when she spotted the twenty in Tim's hand and the grin on his face. She looked at him then me, her eyes wide, wondering if he was serious.
"Oh, like I'm going to flash my tits when my cousin is here," she laughed, trying to play it off.
