Coming in early after a long...

Coming in early after a long absence, the place had been redone to look more in touch with the current standard, colored lights, dark ceiling. The bar is still cheap. Only one dancer was on the job. Good to know that she had graduated high school, otherwise I'd have suspected she was still working on that project, and just about the right age to be. She also cheerfully related that she was married. Thus you could take your pick of paranoias: someone would be bursting in to get you, either her husband with a shotgun or the cops looking for errant juvies. Fortunately I skated on both horrors.

She also reported on her senior associate, Samantha, who had been working at that same club for 14 years. I thought 14 weeks would be about average for the industry. This surely says something about the atmosphere. Can you imagine a mom and pop strip club? Well I should also say that I had had an earlier encounter with (apparently) that very same Samantha, a couple years before. She was indeed older that one normally expects, but she had a good chemistry, and busy, sensuous hands guided by a great instinct about how soon and how much to touch me. After a private dance, as I had to go, she came over to the bar for a farewell drink. Several guys were sitting around the bar, and she joked with them generally, friendly, funny. She picked a moment when no one was looking and just reached into my lap as if to check my state of preparedness you might call it, gave a series of very effective strokes and resumed her (somewhat) innocent posture just before anyone else became aware and just before I started to give evidence of going off. Samantha. She knows her territory -- and mine.