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I was working this club on the east side of town it was small, run-down and fully ready to be burnt to the ground.  The only thing in the club that worked was the musical equipment, the stripper pole and the bar.  The tables and chairs were long gone left for a couple of cheap old pillow top couches.  These smelled of stale sex and old men.  This place was so run-down the police didn’t even bother worrying about it anymore.

They only had a couple of hot dancers who were on the end of their careers and just looking to hold on to it for a while longer.  The bodies were still tight and firm but, the faces were beginning to age them.  This of course didn’t bother the clientele at all as they were there to fantasize, jerk off and go thus, the stale sex smell.

I was watching the door to contend with those who were only there to get drunk and cause trouble before they get all the way down the long hallway to the girls.  They could get to me at the end of the hall but, not inside if I could help it and I usually could.  Otherwise, we had to deal with adult delinquents, overgrown drug abusers and those with overly aggressive grabby streaks.

I could hear her footsteps coming down the dark hallway, her heels clicking on the floor as she strolled down to the door.  Dana refused to enter through the stage door like the other girls; of course she wasn’t like the other girls.  A Younger, fuller figured rubenesque woman with a long cleavage for such a young woman.  

She always wore a silky button down blouse to work with the top four buttons undone for all to see her wares.  Tight silky stockings usually black or white in color, the occasional deep burgundy to tease me I think as it was my favorite color and she knew it.  Having had a talk almost every night for months as I walked her out since she always closed down the club for the night she knew exactly what I liked and whom I wanted.  She was after all a relative of the owner; an 80 year old pervert himself who claims to have ties to the Hustler.

“John.” she said in a breathy tone.

“Dana, how’s things?” I replied with a big smile on my face as she was wearing the burgundy stockings under her white mini skirt and blue satin blouse.  “All American Girl tonight, huh?” I giggled.

“Shush naughty boy.” she replied and entered the door.

Shortly after I could hear her favorite song to dance to starting up and all the guys began leaving as they always do.  She was just apparently not their type but, she didn’t care she kept right on dancing, climbing up and down that pole as if she was going to make love to it.  Her long auburn hair glistening in the stage lights each curl moving as if it was part of her body.

I always watched her we were an hour to closing and no one came in that late since all the regulars knew who was on-stage and apparently just was not interested.  Many of the married guys were already home with their wives having spent themselves earlier on the older, but firmer women.  So I watched sitting on the middle couch which was under the lights and usually not used by most of the men.  No one wanted to jerk off where everyone could see unless they were really extensively hung.

I sat there because I wanted Dana to see me, to see that look in my eyes.  The lust, the desire for her how much I longed to date her, take her home and ravage her body all night.  I kept my hands in my lap as I didn’t want to show how excited I was each and every night, 7 nights a week for the full figured Dana, the longing I had for her body to touch mine was killing me inside.

The music finally stopped and I sat there waiting like each and every night before for her to close up the bar.  She would stand there sweating, panting her bosoms moving just so the gold chain around her neck moving with each breath shining under the lights.  

She would continue to be so proper and lady like as she wiped the sweat from her brow trying desperately to not mess her hair up.  Each curl in place still, a slight feathering parting to the right over her bangs just down to her eyebrows which were meticulously trimmed.  She was perfect in every way imaginable as I watched her still seated on the couch with my excitement for her still showing underneath my hands.

When Dana finished up she would grab the money bag, go to the office and put it into the safe like always, leaning over giving me a nice view of her full round bottom in that skirt with her panties showing.  I would just sit and drool over her, each night longing to hold her close pressing my body into hers to feel each and every inch of her with my soft, gentle touch.  I just couldn’t get myself to make my move it isn’t as if she didn’t know she was putting on a show for me, believe me she knew.

“John, you ok you got a little something in the corner of your mouth.” she said giggling like each night before.

I wiped it away, mumbling under my breath as always.  “Thanks.”   I would intentionally follow behind her instead of along side of her.  She smelled so sweet her cologne taking my breathe away in a good way.  A mix of sweat and sweet perfume, her pheromones were seducing me into her each and every night.  “Shit.” I mumbled.

“What’s the matter John, you ok?” she asked despite that fact I was certain she knew after all these months what was bothering me.

“It’s you.” I quipped a bit irritated all of a sudden.  “I want to ask you out and I’m too chicken shit.”

She giggled as she turned around and took my hand leading me out to her car in the parking lot.  Her fingers were caressing mine as we held hands; it felt so good to finally be touching her for more than two seconds to help her into her car as I had done for months.  She handed me the keys to her car.  “You drive me home John.”  Was all she said as she got into the passenger side of the car.  I was speechless as I stood there both stunned and excited that I might actually get to have her tonight.



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