So I'm sitting in my local watering hole after work, when this girl I've never seen before comes in and sits at the bar next to me. She's average looking, no makup, hair pulled back, glasses....can't tell any more. After a couple of beers (I bought her one) we start talking. She's a good talker, loosens up and we seem to hit it off. Later on she finally tells me what she does for a living. "I'm a dancer". Surprised I ask her what kind of dancer. "An exotic dancer". She mentions a club across the river in Illinois. Missouri doesn't have those kind of clubs. Hard to believe...she looks like a grade school teacher or a librarian. She gives me a couple of free passes, tells me to come see her some time.
The very next day, it's slow at work so my Italian buddy and I take off early and drive over to the club to check it out.....not knowing if she'll be there. Well she was. As we walk in there she is, center stage, leaving nothing to the imagination. We sit at a table near the stage, and when she sees me, I swear she turned red, embarassed. This plain looking woman was a #10 in disguise. Later on we had a bunch of laughs over this first "real" meeting.
I see her off and on for the next few weeks....we've become friends, nothing more. I know she has a boy-friend. One night she calls me....wants to come over. Seems her boy-friend who lives near me is not home and they were supposed to go out, she was to meet him at his home. She wants to wait at my house till he shows up at his home....What the hell, why not. She calls him every 15 minutes for at least three hours and finally says something like "This is the last call I'm making". My bad luck...he's finally home and she leaves....me all hot, horny, frustrated. I did find out a few more things about her.
The next day at work I ask my Italian buddy if he recognizes the name of her boy-friend.....supposed to be a Mafia something-or-other. He tells me the guy's a big-shot in the local Mafia scene. I asked him what this sort of person would do to someone he found messing with his girl-friend. "You don't want to know" was the answer.
Well, heh. That was the end of my little deal with the exotic dancer. No sense in pushing my luck. She called a few times after that, but I excused my way out each time.
You just never know who a person really is by first impressions. She may have been a really nice person, seemed to be.....but I'll never find out. At least I'm still alive.
True story....happened a few years ago when I was just out looking for the good times. Almost found them.....maybe not.
The very next day, it's slow at work so my Italian buddy and I take off early and drive over to the club to check it out.....not knowing if she'll be there. Well she was. As we walk in there she is, center stage, leaving nothing to the imagination. We sit at a table near the stage, and when she sees me, I swear she turned red, embarassed. This plain looking woman was a #10 in disguise. Later on we had a bunch of laughs over this first "real" meeting.
I see her off and on for the next few weeks....we've become friends, nothing more. I know she has a boy-friend. One night she calls me....wants to come over. Seems her boy-friend who lives near me is not home and they were supposed to go out, she was to meet him at his home. She wants to wait at my house till he shows up at his home....What the hell, why not. She calls him every 15 minutes for at least three hours and finally says something like "This is the last call I'm making". My bad luck...he's finally home and she leaves....me all hot, horny, frustrated. I did find out a few more things about her.
The next day at work I ask my Italian buddy if he recognizes the name of her boy-friend.....supposed to be a Mafia something-or-other. He tells me the guy's a big-shot in the local Mafia scene. I asked him what this sort of person would do to someone he found messing with his girl-friend. "You don't want to know" was the answer.
Well, heh. That was the end of my little deal with the exotic dancer. No sense in pushing my luck. She called a few times after that, but I excused my way out each time.
You just never know who a person really is by first impressions. She may have been a really nice person, seemed to be.....but I'll never find out. At least I'm still alive.
True story....happened a few years ago when I was just out looking for the good times. Almost found them.....maybe not.
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