Bad Timing

I've been to Brass often enough to know that the shift change is not the best time to be there. On the other hand, I have occasionally (rarely) gotten a girl who needs a ride home, from whom I at least get a phone number. I'm sure the club frowns on that, and I can certainly understand. Also, sometimes the girls adjust their shift time knowing that they have less competition at the 6:30 to 8:00 hours. Not this time! I saw a bevy of shapely beauties in street clothes quitting for the day. Still, I had a pleasant time talking first with the dayshift barmaid, a sassy blonde who is one of my favorites, and then with a real young dark-haired beauty who came out of the back and sat next to me. I'm thinking she's too good to believe (and she was, lol). First we talked about some ATF agents who recently checked out the place, but found no problem, then about her work history, recently from VUE. When I broached the subject of some private time, she said "Oh no, I'm just a waitress!". So my bubble, and my weiner, deflated. But she was a delight to talk to.