It was a slow night. Just a few no tipping losers in the audience and the familiar stench of old cigarettes. If it where not for a few of my regular customers stopping by I wouldn’t have any green in my G.
I was sitting in the back of the club bored out of my head. Just wanting something, anything to happened to perk me up. I was ready to give up when “she” walked in.
She was stately, wearing a red slip dress and carrying a small gold purse. She walked right into the joint like she owned the place, sat down and lit a Clove cigarette. I was intrigued to say the least.
Two girls approached her and she shooed them away. That made me nervous. But somehow I was drawn to her. She caught me sneaking glances at her and smiled. Then motions me to approach her. I’m shaking and too scared to obey. But my feet say ”Yes!”
I come up to her and break a nervous smile, offering her some wine. She gives me her glass to fill, lingering for a moment as she gently touched my hand. The goblet shakes as I poured the wine. Darn it! So much for being cool. She asks me to sit next to her and I comply.
She sees I am nervous and it amuses her. She smiles like a Cheshire cat and says, “I am Allison.” She tells me to drink some wine and sit close to her.
As the night wears on, her hand finds its way up my leg. Her hand is soft and the stroke is gentle and kind. I finally whisper in her ear, “Would you like a lap dance, Allison?” She nodes quietly and I lead her into one of the club’s private rooms.
The room was decorated in an sophisticated tapestry of reds and off-whites. I direct her to a velvet chair and break into an elaborate dance. I start by slowly moving my hips in a circular motion. Our eyes fixed on each other. I could feel her passion grow as I move in gentle spirals and swirls.
She is seated with her legs open, and I slipped my thighs between hers and sit on her leg. I hold her by the back of her head and pull her close into my chest.
Allison’s hands begin moving up and down my back. Her fingers soft as rose petals. I pull her even closer into my bosom.
The night ran by like a thief, and we lost ourselves in The Dance. The club was closing and it was time to part ways. I escort Allison to her car and we kiss a final night’s goodbye. Our tongues lingering and intertwined.
I never saw her again. But I will never forget that night, the night Allison strolled through my life. Well, I guess I better get back to work.
I was sitting in the back of the club bored out of my head. Just wanting something, anything to happened to perk me up. I was ready to give up when “she” walked in.
She was stately, wearing a red slip dress and carrying a small gold purse. She walked right into the joint like she owned the place, sat down and lit a Clove cigarette. I was intrigued to say the least.
Two girls approached her and she shooed them away. That made me nervous. But somehow I was drawn to her. She caught me sneaking glances at her and smiled. Then motions me to approach her. I’m shaking and too scared to obey. But my feet say ”Yes!”
I come up to her and break a nervous smile, offering her some wine. She gives me her glass to fill, lingering for a moment as she gently touched my hand. The goblet shakes as I poured the wine. Darn it! So much for being cool. She asks me to sit next to her and I comply.
She sees I am nervous and it amuses her. She smiles like a Cheshire cat and says, “I am Allison.” She tells me to drink some wine and sit close to her.
As the night wears on, her hand finds its way up my leg. Her hand is soft and the stroke is gentle and kind. I finally whisper in her ear, “Would you like a lap dance, Allison?” She nodes quietly and I lead her into one of the club’s private rooms.
The room was decorated in an sophisticated tapestry of reds and off-whites. I direct her to a velvet chair and break into an elaborate dance. I start by slowly moving my hips in a circular motion. Our eyes fixed on each other. I could feel her passion grow as I move in gentle spirals and swirls.
She is seated with her legs open, and I slipped my thighs between hers and sit on her leg. I hold her by the back of her head and pull her close into my chest.
Allison’s hands begin moving up and down my back. Her fingers soft as rose petals. I pull her even closer into my bosom.
The night ran by like a thief, and we lost ourselves in The Dance. The club was closing and it was time to part ways. I escort Allison to her car and we kiss a final night’s goodbye. Our tongues lingering and intertwined.
I never saw her again. But I will never forget that night, the night Allison strolled through my life. Well, I guess I better get back to work.
