No show

She could be the girl of my dreams. She moved like an athlete with the trim figure to match. Great face with stylish short hair. Eyes were an invitation. Tits and ass were a tease.

Except she was the bartender. And she was all I got. After work on a weeknight, I heard five full songs and parts of two others without a single girl taking the stage. No show at all. No dancers circulating. Just the bartender with all her appeal - and all her clothes.

Two alleged dancers (I say "alleged" because they didn't dance despite the music and the stage) sat at the far side of the bar. Their phones had their full attention. One was large and, to my mind, unattractive. One wasn't large. She wasn't attractive. Still, it might have been nice if there had been someone on stage.