Wanna Get Naughty

Last Friday I went to Delilah's on 36 about 1:00 P.M. No one was at the entrance collecting a door charge.There were two other customers at the bar. Both were talking to some lovely looking ladies. On the stage behind the bar, a languid ecdysiast was slowly dancing. I was expecting to get a run-of-the-mill lap dance given the sparse attendance and the apparent paucity of dancers. Boy, was I wrong!

I sat at a corner of the bar and ordered a bottle of water. No sooner had I received my water, when a tall thin, black-haired babe with ample bosom in a black bikini stands next to me. In her stilettos, she must have been about 5' 10" or 5'11." She quickly got to the point.

She asked me if I had ever been there before, to which I said yes. Next she asked if I wanted to get naughty. I said, "Sure, why not." She took me by the hand to the first of several private rooms on the side of the bar. It was pitch black. At first, I could not see my hand in front of my face.