French roast

On a rare Friday night a couple of months ago, my younger brother and I were hanging out at the Prairie Meadows Casino. At some point he said, “we should go see some naked ladies.” OK! So I called for an Uber, and we made our way over to the Lumberyard. We got there about 9 pm. There were probably 20 dancers working, and twice that many customers on hand. Sometimes there was one dancer on the main stage, sometimes two. They were all very attractive.

It didn’t take long for both of us to identify several that we wanted a closer look at. His tastes run toward the taller, thicker, blonder, more amply endowed type. I prefer the shorter, darker, smaller ones. After a little while, he was camped at another table swapping life stories with his perfect match. Meanwhile, I was moving back and forth from my original seat to the stage to tip the ladies I liked. There were 8 or 10 of them. Then I noticed a girl off in the back of the club near the private dance area. She was beautiful. She was tiny. She was dark. She was ideal. She was wearing a tiny red dress that kept riding up to reveal the briefest of thongs. She had on a pair of black ankle high lace up boots with four inch heels. So sexy. She was having a leisurely chat with a big fellow wearing a name tag. I took him for a bouncer. I think he had brought her a sandwich. I kept an eye on her. She didn’t come over by the stage area. I waited until she was alone and I walked over to her and said hi. She flashed a smile and we had a brief but pleasant conversation. I asked her if she would be going on stage. She replied with a grin and a nod.

Sure enough, she soon went on stage by herself. I was smitten. I guess I’ve seen hotter women, but who can remember? I could be wrong, but I think she got rid of everything except those boots within the first 30 seconds. She was so smooth. Her skin was the color of a cup of French roach coffee with two shots of cream. Perfect. After what I think was three songs, she left the main stage. Unlike any of the others, she did not pause to put her outfit back on. Instead, she moved to the lower stage and kept going. I followed. She worked another three songs and attracted another half dozen fans beside me to the stage. I was amazed at how she had to coax many of them for tips. Me she didn’t coax. I believe I’d handed her at least $60 in ones before she was through. I do not regret that.