Wild Night
Allandra thanks you for the drink, her perfectly applied lipstick smudging on the short straw in her vodka as she closes her plump lips around it. She slurps half of the drink up through the straw, her big blue eyes locked on your own as she does so. When she is finished, she slams the glass down on the bar, giggling, "Ooh, that was sooo satisfying!". You smile and look around you to count the jealous guys watching and wishing that they were in your place. You can count at least ten. You lean your head towards hers, gently moving a hand through her hair so that you can whisper softly in her ear. She leans in close to you, her perfume intoxicating you more than the beer you just drank. In a gruff whisper, you ask her to come back to your place, "for a coffee". She leans back on her chair with a cheeky smirk on her face. "A COFFEE, huh?" she giggles in her girlish voice. "Uh, yeah, if you want," you add, hoping that your plan is going to work.
Suddenly the bar man interrupts you. "Allandra, you're up," he says. She apologises to you and says she'll be ready after her act. "Her act?" you think, hoping wildly that she's going to strip.
After disappearing out a STAFF ONLY door for ten minutes, she emerges in a pink sequinned dress that hugs her curves in all the right places. Winking at you, she steps up on a small stage at the end of the bar.
The other men in the bar cheer for her. You join in. Another staff member takes the stage, handing Allandra a microphone. "A microphone?" you think, annoyed, "I wanna see boobies". But you smile at her encouragingly anyway. You figure you'll see her naked at the end of the night, if you've played your cards right.
Some music starts up. It sounds quite familiar... a song you know from somewhere. Oh, that's right. It's YMCA. Hey, it looks like she's lip-synching. "Ah well, I'm sure she has OTHER talents, even if she can't sing" you chuckle to yourself. Then, looking straight at you, she begins to unzip her pink dress. The sequins flash in the bright lights. She turns her back to you, coyly. You will her to turn around so you can see her gorgeous body.
It IS gorgeous! For a MAN!!
Suddenly the bar man interrupts you. "Allandra, you're up," he says. She apologises to you and says she'll be ready after her act. "Her act?" you think, hoping wildly that she's going to strip.
After disappearing out a STAFF ONLY door for ten minutes, she emerges in a pink sequinned dress that hugs her curves in all the right places. Winking at you, she steps up on a small stage at the end of the bar.
The other men in the bar cheer for her. You join in. Another staff member takes the stage, handing Allandra a microphone. "A microphone?" you think, annoyed, "I wanna see boobies". But you smile at her encouragingly anyway. You figure you'll see her naked at the end of the night, if you've played your cards right.
Some music starts up. It sounds quite familiar... a song you know from somewhere. Oh, that's right. It's YMCA. Hey, it looks like she's lip-synching. "Ah well, I'm sure she has OTHER talents, even if she can't sing" you chuckle to yourself. Then, looking straight at you, she begins to unzip her pink dress. The sequins flash in the bright lights. She turns her back to you, coyly. You will her to turn around so you can see her gorgeous body.
It IS gorgeous! For a MAN!!
