She noticed another younger fellow. Probably in his early 20s, she figured, he looked like he was somewhere in the middle of shy geekiness and rough machismo, with his ragged blond hair and Clint Eastwood-style stubble. Clad in a Ramones t-shirt and denim jacket, he was sitting at a table alone, nursing a beer, occasionally cheering on the girls.
"Mind if I join ya, honey?" Before the boy could respond, she was sitting across from him, getting one of the waitress' attention for a drink. "The name's Ann, and you are?"
"I'm Craig." For some reason, this top-heavy blond in front of him seemed familiar. After a few seconds, it came to him: her tits were bigger, but she could've been an older clone of his manager from his first job; the somewhat older lady who took his virginity when he was 19. (Well, she was four years older than him; not exactly Mrs. Robinson).
"Lovely to meet you, honey. I'm Ann. And what's a lonely boy like you doing here tonight?"
"I'm just here to support my fiancee. She's working tonight."
"Oh, and which girl is she?"
"Her name's Claire. She's been workin' here for six months, so I like to throw some business her way. She's quite talented."
"Claire, huh?" Thinking back on her long, sweaty makeout sessions with some of the strippers in the dressing room, she couldn't recall a Claire. "So, she any good in bed?"
Craig nearly spit out his Guiness, shocked by the older lady's forwardness. "Well, um, if I can be honest, I know she enjoys sex, but she can be somewhat conservative in bed; no weird shit or anything."
"Ooooh, that's a shame, honey. The weird shit's the most fun!" Ann giggled. "What about bringing another girl into the party?"
"We've never discussed it; I don't know if she'd be into girls."
"She'll never know until she tries it." Ann reached under the table and cupped his crotch briefly, before pulling away. For a blue-collar geek, he felt like he was pretty big. "What if I helped you guys?"
Before Craig could respond, the announcer had let everybody know that Claire's turn was coming up. Clad in a tight t-shirt and daisy dukes, and standing at about 5'7", Claire was a voluptuous honey with long sexy legs, firm C-cup titties, and dark brown hair down to her big round ass. Claire was dressed like Jaime Pressly, but her physical appearance suggested that she was from a more upper-class background.
Ann couldn't help but getting a bit wet at the sight of the girl's dance routine. For a girl who was supposedly so conservative, she danced like a true slut. Ann decided that she had to help this couple through their 'difficulties'. |