9 comments/ 55315 views/ 15 favorites The Nightclub By: Bandit1 When John went to the topless bar after work that day, all he had on his mind was having a couple of cold beers and looking at the pretty ladies. He stopped his apartment first to shower and change clothes. As he worked putting hot tar on roofs, he doubted that showing up at the club reeking of sweat and hot tar would make him very popular. At 28 years old, John was fresh out of the army and living clear across country from his family. Not that he had anything against his family, but army life had given him a taste for travel and independence. Leaving his work truck at home, he got on his motorcycle and rode it to the club across town. At the door, the bouncer greeted him by name. Just inside, John stepped sideways so as not to block the doorway while he let his eyes adjust to the much lower light level inside. The bar was moderately busy, with about twenty men scattered among the tables, 3 or 4 at the bar, and the usual dozen or so sitting in 'pervert's row', the seats next to the stage itself. John threaded his way to his usual table, not too close to the stage, but close enough to see the dancers clearly. “Hey John, How ya doin' today?" said the waitress as she lifted her little note pad. “What'll it be? The usual?" John grinned up at her. “Hi Sheila, sure, bring me my usual. I rode my bike tonight, so switch me to cokes after the first two." “You got it hon." she said and headed off to the bar. John greeted and was greeted by several of the dancers and waitresses as they passed by. He was a welcome customer, and most of the staff liked him. He was always pleasant, tipped well, and never ever got grabby. “Any new girls tonight?" he asked Sheila when she brought his beer." “Only two." she said. “Cindy’s a bottle blonde with plastic tits. Susy is a natural blonde with cupcake tits." “When are you going to break down and give me a lap dance?" John teased. Sheila rolled her eyes in mock exasperation. “When my husband goes to Mars for the weekend." John laughed along with her. Sheila wasn't married and she knew that he knew it. She never minded John's harmless flirtations. He gave her a $5 for the beer and told her to keep the change. The DJ was calling out the name of the next dancer, Kimberly. John had seen her dance before. A slender brunette, with a passably pretty face, but with the personality of a cobra. Letting his attention drift away from the stage, He spotted a dancer he knew and liked. “Hey Star! How about a lap dance next set?" She veered off the course she had been setting for the bar and dropped into a chair next to him. “Hey John." she said. “How about set after next? I really have to use the little girls room. But I'll come back and sit with you until then." “Sure." he said. “You are always worth waiting on." She stood and patted him on the head. “Good boy." she giggled. John watched her backside as she wriggled off. Nice kid he thought. He raised his hand and caught Sheila's eye. She came over to see what he wanted, much to the annoyance of the drunk who had been trying vainly to make a coherent request for another beer. As Sheila got to John's table, the drunk made it to his feet and reeled to the door and outside. John watched him go with a bemused look on his face. “Don't let me ever get that sloppy huh?" he said almost to himself. “If you ever get that bad, I'll brain ya my own self." Sheila assured him. He looked up at her and grinned widely. “Sheila me lass, I have a special request for ye." She winced at his terrible attempt at an Irish accent. “And what would that be?" she replied. With most customers she would have told them to get bent already. But John was safe enough. “If I give you $30, do you think you could find someone to trot next door to the Mickey D's and get a couple of Big Mac's and a couple of large fries?" He gave her a sweet smile that had always worked wonders with his grandma, but that usually produced laughter in anyone else. Sheila glanced at her watch. “I'm going on break in a minute here. So I'll just do it myself." John dug into his jeans and handed her the money. “I really appreciate this Sheila,” he said. “If ya didn't, I wouldn't be doing it," she said pertly. John watched her leave, then turned his attention back to the stage as the new Cindy came out. Pretty enough but looked bored and tired. He turned back around when Star came back from the bathroom. “The usual 3 for 30?" she asked, meaning 3 songs for $30. “Yep." he said She squinted up at the girl on the stage. “Whaddya think?" she nodded toward the stage. John grimaced. “Pretty, but I don't think she'd be anyone I'd ask to sit down and talk" Star leaned over and whispered in his ear. “She's a real bitch. Been here two days and thinks she's the goddamn queen." That was enough confirmation for John. Star was the kind of girl who could find the good in anybody and never said anything bad about anyone. If SHE was this pissed at the new girl, he was going to stay well away. “What about the other new girl?" he asked quietly. “Oh, she's a real doll,” said Star. The DJ announced the next girl to the stage, the other new one. But he was paying attention to Star. She stood and untied her top when the music began. Star was short, about 4'11", but she had a tiny waist and her tits were proportionately large for her frame, and all natural, as she would proudly proclaim if asked. John watched her writhe and turn to the music, keeping her fingers away from her nipples as required by local law, but cheating just a bit to bend over and “Accidentally" brush the stiff pink tips of her breasts across John's shoulder or cheek. John kept his hands in his lap and just enjoyed the view and occasional contact. As she danced, Star debated going out with John. He was sweet enough, and always a perfect gentleman. Almost all of the girls who worked at the club liked him, except for Kimberly, and she was a bitch anyway. She bent over and wriggled her butt at him for a moment. She made up her mind. If he ever asked her out, she'd go. And if he waited too long, she would ask HIM. As she danced, John noticed subtle changes in her body language. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn she was dancing for her boyfriend. At the end of the third song, Star sat back down. She was breathing hard and lightly perspiring to boot. “I'll just rest a moment if you don't mind." she said as she re-tied her bikini top. “Glad to have you." he said gallantly. Just then, Sheila dumped a couple of bags on the table in front of him. “Here ya go." she said. I'll send Connie over with a coke for you." “Make it two cokes please." he replied. “And thanks again Sheila. I owe you one." Sheila patted him on the shoulder. “Anytime John." John unloaded the bags, putting a sandwich and box of fries in front of Star. “I thought you might be a little hungry tonight." Normally, she wouldn't have touched food a customer gave her with a 10-foot pole. But this was John, and she had seen Sheila deliver the food herself. She picked up a French fry and took a nibble. Before she knew it, she was finishing off the Big Mac and had eaten all of her fries and half of his as well. She finished the coke in front of her, and then let out a ladylike belch. “Scuse me" she said with a blush. “Someday, I'd like to take you out for a real dinner." John said with a smile. John almost fell out of his chair when Star smiled brightly and said. “Sure! When?" John's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water for a moment while Star giggled at the sight. “Friday night at 7?" Star winked and got up. “I have to get back to work," she said, “But Friday at 7 sounds great." Sheila came over with a fresh coke and cleared the wrappings from the table. “What's up?" she asked, “You looked like someone slapped you in the face with a wet fish." John shook his head to clear it. “Either I'm dreaming or I've just had luckiest evening of my life." About then Star came by again and dropped a piece of paper on the table “Here's my phone number and address." she said, and then headed for the stage as the DJ announced her set. “I'd say you were dead lucky," Sheila quipped. John blushed and stammered something. Sheila patted him on the head fondly. “You be good to her now, you hear?" John nodded weakly. He was still sorting things out when he heard a strangely familiar voice just behind his left shoulder. “How about a table dance?" “Uh, Yeah, OK, Sure." he said distractedly. The music started and the dancer moved in front of him, dropping her top on the table. John looked up and paused for a moment, gazing at a pair of small but firm and perky tits. Then he let his gaze go up further and his jaw dropped. “So when did you start dancing topless?" he asked after a moment. The dancer looked down at his face for the first time and froze. “Oh shit." she moaned. Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted. John caught her before she hit the floor and gently lowered her the rest of the way. Big Jim The bouncer was at his side a moment later. “What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded. John looked up at him and shrugged, “You aren’t gonna believe this." he said. Sheila came running over and knelt by the dancer on the floor. “What happened?" John sat back down in his chair. He put his elbows on the table and put his head down on his hands. “Her real name is Tami, and she's my younger sister." “Yer shittin' me" said Big Jim in an awed voice. “No wonder she freaked." Sheila patted Tami's cheeks until the girl started coming to. “Are you OK Hun?" she asked. Tami/Susy sat up woozily. “I'm OK," she said after a moment. “For a moment there I thought I was about to give a table dance to my big brother Johnny." “You were." said John. Tami sat up the rest of the way and looked past Sheila's shoulder. “Oh crapola." said Tami resignedly. Big Jim started laughing. He clapped John on the shoulder with a hand like a shovel, almost knocking him to the floor. “I can see the family resemblance." he managed to say between guffaws. Sheila patted Tami on the shoulder and tried to control her own laughter. John's shoulders were shaking and he kept his face buried in his hands. “Why are you crying?" Tami asked crossly, “You weren't the one naked here." John raised his head and let his laughter roar. “Oh, wait until Mom hears about this one." Tami scrambled to her feet and grabbed her brother by the front of his shirt, “If you say one word about this, EVER, I am gonna rip you a new one big brother." John looked over at Sheila, “Now you know why I left home." Tami stomped her foot, forgetting how she was dressed, or undressed. John cracked up again. “Nice jugs sis, I can actually see them without a magnifying glass." Tami crossed her arms over her chest and poked her tongue out at him, turned and fled back to the dressing room. Sheila followed her at a much slower pace. Big Jim wandered off still chuckling and shaking his head. John flagged down another waitress, “Jenny, bring me a double shot of tequila and a beer." he handed her a $5 bill. Jenny gave him a sassy wink and went to get his drinks. She was dying of curiosity, but knew she would get the whole story from Sheila later. Star finished her set and came over to John's table. “What was that all about?" “I'll tell ya later,” he said with a sigh. “Let's just say that family reunions ain't all they're cracked up to be." “As long as you're OK then." she said and stood up. “I have to get back to work." “Have fun Star, and remember Friday." She glanced around to see if anyone was looking, then kissed him quickly on the lips. “Bye." she said as she scampered off. John drank the tequila in one gulp, and then finished the beer more slowly. Sheila came over and plopped down in the chair next to him. “Quite a day huh?" “You ain't just a woofin'" John answered. “How is Tami doing?" Sheila grimaced, “She's alternating between mortal embarrassment and wanting to tear your head off and shit down the stump." John was looking over at where Star was smiling as she gave a table dance to a group of guys in suits. “Oh well," he said philosophically, “I had wondered what my sis would do when she grew up. She was always a wild one." “When was the last time you saw her? Before today I mean." John signaled Jenny to bring him another beer. “Last time I saw her, Tami was 11 and I was getting on the bus to go to boot camp. About 9 years or so ago." Jenny brought him another beer and collected the money. John fished the keys for his bike out of his pocket and gave them to Sheila. “I think I'm gonna take a cab home tonight." he said. “Tell sis I said I'm sorry for freaking her out like that." He stood up and patted Sheila on the shoulder. “And thank you for keeping an eye on her." Sheila stuck his keys in her pocket. “I'll have Big Jim park the bike inside by the door when we lock up tonight." she promised. At the bouncer’s booth by the door, Big Jim called a taxi for John. “Good move not driving after all this shit coming down,” said the bouncer. John just nodded wearily. Star came over and threw her arms around John's neck and kissed him full on the lips. “Something to remember me by until Friday." she said. Go for it, John figured, he picked her up and kissed her deeply, giving his full attention to the kiss. “Just so YOU don't forget Friday,” he said as she caught her breath. She patted him on the chest, and then went back through the curtains and back to work. “You are one lucky S.O.B.,” said Big Jim enviously. “Believe me, I know." John replied. He saw the cab pulling into the parking lot and went out to meet it. HE picked up his bike the next day on his lunch break just as the club was getting ready to open for the day. Big Jim handed over the keys. “So, are you still gonna be coming around now that your sister dances here?" “Sure I am" replied John. “I just won't have her do any more table dances for me." Big Jim roared with laughter. When Friday came around, John was nervous, but ready in plenty of time. He even bought a car so that Star wouldn't have to ride on the bike or in his smelly old work truck. He found her address and parked across the street. He checked his watch for the twentieth time that afternoon. He was a few minutes early, so he leaned against the car and waited until his watch said 6:59. He tossed his cigarette away and walked up to her apartment. Star answered the door right away. “Simply amazing." he said as he gazed at her. Then he shook himself and handed her a dozen roses. “For you my dear." “Oh they're lovely!" she exclaimed. She carried the flowers inside and put them in a vase. “Where are we going tonight?" she asked. “I made reservations at Caruso's. Then, if you are still speaking to me, I'm going to take you to the Comedy club." “Sounds good to me,” she said. She stretched up on tiptoe to give him a kiss. “All ready to go." she announced. John held his arm for her to take and guided her down to the car. Her ankle length green dress set her hair and eyes off perfectly. John felt a little under dressed in his only suit, but too late to worry about that now. He held the car door for her, then went around to the driver’s side and got in. “Buckle up,” he said as he started the car. John pulled up in front of Star's apartment complex a little after midnight. It had been a great night as far as he was concerned, and since Star was snuggled up to him with a happy smile on her face, he figured that she had enjoyed the night as well. “We're here." he said. “I'm in no hurry if you're not." she said and nestled closer to him. John slid his arm around her and rested his chin on the top of her head. On a sudden whim, he started spouting an impromptu rhyme. “In the wee hours of the morning, Sitting safe and warm, A little piece of heaven, Nestled in my arm." Star giggled, “Poetry too. Any other talents I should know about?" “You'll find out when we have our next date." he replied. Star twisted in his arms so that she was facing more or less toward him and pulled his head down for a kiss. After a long while of kisses, caresses, sighs and gasps, Star pulled herself together with an effort. “The front seat is too small for this." “And the time isn't right." said John regretfully. HE got out and opened the door for her. He took her hand and helped her to her feet, then kept her hand in his as he walked her up to her door. She unlocked her door, then turned back to her date. She put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. “Thank you for tonight." she said “I had almost forgotten what a real date was like." John gave her a gentle squeeze. “Get some rest, and give me a call later. Let me know when you're free to go out again." Star kissed him again, then opened the apartment door. “I'll call you tonight" she said. “Or come by the club." “Will do." he replied. John waited until her door was closed and he heard the lock click. He drove home feeling like he was floating. Star twirled around in the middle of the living room with her arms outstretched. Her roommate Was sitting on the couch watching her with a grin. “So I take it the date went well?" “MMMM HMMM!” went Star. She danced her way into the bathroom and closed the door. Her roommate just went on into her bedroom and went to bed. Star didn't fall asleep until well after dawn. She could hardly wait to see or hear from John again. John dropped by the club the next day and went up to Big Jim. “Hey bro," he said, “I need a favor if you would. I have to take a run up to Phoenix today for my boss. Could you give this to Star for me?" He handed the bouncer a small gift-wrapped box. “What's in it?" asked Big Jim as he hefted the box in his huge hand, “Is she gonna be happy or pissed?" “Happy I hope." replied John with a grin. “She told me on our date that she liked George Carlin, so I bought her a CD of his and put it in there with a stuffed purple star." Big Jim snorted. “Kinda corny ain't it?" “Well, yeah," admitted John, “But I figure it's better to keep things light at first. I really don't want to screw this one up." The bouncer nodded and patted him on the shoulder. “Cool. I got your back bro." John left on his trip. Big Jim took the box and left one of the other bouncers to cover the door. “Take over here Bob. I have to get this to Star." He found Star back in the dressing room getting into her next costume. “Hey girl, I got something' here for ya. Some strange looking' dude dropped it off." Curious, Star took the box and turned it over and over, looking in vain for a note or a tag. “I bet it's from John!" she said, suddenly excited. She tore the wrapping off and opened the box. She pulled out the purple star first and examined it closely with many small glad cries. Then she pulled out the CD and really went nuts. Jim just stood there vastly amused and watched her antics. “He'll probably be by tonight or tomorrow." Big Jim told Star. “I think he just might like you for some unknown reason." Star bonked him on the head with her stuffed toy and grinned. Tami watched the whole scene from where she perched on a stool a few feet away. “I didn't know my brother was such a romantic,” she said. “The last time I saw him at home, he put a lizard down my back." Star laughed. “Yeah, but I have something you don't got." “And what's that?" Tami wanted to know. Star turned her hip toward the other girl and patted her butt. “He can have a piece of this." then she reached out and patted Tami's butt. “But he don't get none of that." Tami was taking a drink when Star said that. She choked and sprayed Pepsi all over Big Jim. The Nightclub “Hey there." he said. “Watch it Tiny." “I'm sorry," Tami said. She grabbed a towel and started to dry the big man off. After a moment, Big Jim took the towel away from her and patted himself dry. “Don't sweat it,” he told Tami. “I've had a lot worse on me in my time." Tami blushed again and sat back on her stool. Star leaned over and whispered in her ear. “He's a big teddy bear,” she giggled. “Later tonight, just sit in his lap and hug him. You'll have a friend for life." Tami just looked thoughtfully after the bouncer as he went back out the door. It was near midnight when John finally made it into the club. The trip to Phoenix had gone smoothly, but longer than he had wanted, and he still had to go home and get showered and changed before he was fit company for anyone. Big Jim waived the cover charge and told him to go on in. John noted with amusement that his sister was sitting on the big bouncers lap and apparently, was engaged in wrapping the big biker around her little finger. John's usual table was unoccupied, so he went ahead and sat down. Sheila came over and took his order, Cokes only tonight. Cal, the owner of the club came over and sat down with John. “How are you doing tonight?" He asked. “Not bad." John replied. “How about you?" “Can’t complain." Cal said. “I figured I had better have a talk with you, the way I talk with all the girl's boyfriends." “Sure." said John. “If you get jealous, simply don't come in during the hours your girlfriend works. If someone hassles her, let the bouncers handle it. That's what they're paid for." Cal took a drink of his coffee. “Your girlfriend is here to work, and that means circulating, so you can't monopolize her time." John just nodded silently. Cal raised his cup to signal for a refill. “Do you have any problems with any of this so far?" “Nope. It all sounds logical and the best way to handle things." Cal leaned back in the chair and looked at John speculatively. “And what about having your sister working here?" “She's old enough to make her own decisions as to where she works and how. Personally, I think it's great." “And if you find yourself having trouble with any of this in the future?" “Then I hope I'll handle it like a reasonable adult." Said John. “Either you're bullshitting me, or you're some kinda saint." Cal said. “But everyone here says nice things about you except for Kimberly, she don't like you for some reason, so I'll let things go along and see how it all pans out." HE looked over at the bar and sighed. “I'm gonna have to fire that idiot." He turned to John with a lopsided smile. “Hey, you don't want a job as a bartender do ya?" John laughed. “Sure, I'll give it a try. It has to beat spreading hot tar on roofs all damn day." Cal reached over and shook his hand. “Fine, when can you start?" “I'll tell my boss tomorrow, and give him a weeks notice, he deserves that much." Cal nodded. “OK then. I knew there was something I liked about you." He left and Star came over to the table. “Hey sailor, want a table dance?" John smiled up at her. “Arrgghh, that I would wench." he said in his best (awful) pirate voice. Star leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I loved the star and the CD." John watched her dance, and he could tell by the way she moved that she was dancing just for him as if they had the place to themselves. “Well, I'm not going to try standing up for a while." he said as he paid her for the dance. She blushed and giggled. “I get off in an hour,” she said. “How about giving me a ride home?" “No problem, as long as you don't mind riding with me on my Harley." “I'd love to." she said and pressed her groin against his arm as she stood next to his chair before moving off to another table. Sheila came and sat down a moment later. “Cal says that you're gonna start here in a week. Good on ya." “Yup." John said. “That means I'll get to gaze on your lovely face every day." Sheila rolled her eyes and stood up. “Flatterer." John bought a table dance from another girl to kill time. When the club closed, he waited outside for Star. She came out wearing skintight jeans and a T-shirt. She came running up to the bike and gave him a kiss before swinging her leg over and settling into the seat behind him. John handed her a helmet and waited for her to put it on. Fastening his own helmet, John started the bike and pulled out of the parking lot. The ride to her place seemed far too short to both of them. “Do you have to go right away?" Star asked. “Well, no," he replied. “I was going to go on a ride up Mt. Lemmon to unwind." Star settled herself back on the bike and put her arms snugly around his body. “Then let's go!" John smiled to himself and thumbed the starter button. Dawn found the pair sitting on a rock overlooking the Santa Cruz valley. Star sat in front of John, leaning back against his chest with his arms wrapped around her. “I wish we could stay here forever,” she said wistfully. “I know." he said, “But I do have to go to work today, and we gotta get going if I'm going to make it." Star pouted, but allowed John to help her to her feet. “Can I crash at your place today?" she asked. “That way you can get to work on time. I can always hop a bus to work this afternoon." “Well, the place is a mess, but sure, I'd be glad to have you there. And you can take the car to work, the bus doesn't run within a couple of miles of my place." John changed and got ready for work back at his place. Star was already sound asleep in his bed. He set the alarm to get her up in plenty of time to get to work, then left the car keys along with a note on a hook on the front door where she would be sure to see it. He quietly let himself out and locked the door behind him. Star sure looked sweet sleeping on his pillows. He thought he could get used to that sight rather easily. John gave his boss the bad news as soon as he got to work. But John had underestimated how pissed his boss would be when he gave notice that he was leaving the job. After yelling for a few minutes, he grabbed his checkbook, wrote out a check for the pay John had coming, and then ordered him off the job site. John went back to his truck and sat there for a moment, then drove off, his left arm out the window, raised in a one-finger salute. He cashed his paycheck and took his truck to the car wash. After scrubbing and cleaning the beast as best as he could, he drove to the dealer who had sold him the car a couple of weeks before. He left there a couple hundred dollars poorer, leaving his old truck behind, but driving an old Honda Civic. The Honda was beaten up and ugly as hell, but it ran good and would be cheap on gas. He headed home, figuring if all else failed, he could get some sleep. Star was still sound asleep when he came in. Reluctant to wake her, John stretched out on the couch and was asleep within seconds. Star woke up when the alarm went off. She sat up in bed, momentarily confused about being in a strange bedroom. Then she remembered the events of the previous night. She stretched and slipped out of bed. She hadn't bothered to undress except for kicking off her shoes, so she padded barefoot to the bathroom. She found towels and the shampoo easily enough and decided that John would not mind if she cleaned up, so she stripped and climbed into the shower. Clean and dressed again, Star went into the kitchen to see if there was any coffee. She wrinkled her nose at the clutter she found. Typical bachelor pad, she thought, oh well. She busied herself cleaning until she found the coffee and the coffeepot. She got the coffee started, then continued cleaning as it brewed. She carried a cup of coffee out to the living room where she spotted the note and the keys on the door. She read the note, and then turned to go get her shoes on. She yelped and spilled coffee all over the floor when she saw John sleeping on the couch. She had thought he was at work! John just snorted in his sleep and turned over. Star stared at him, then giggled softly and got a rag to wipe up the spilled coffee. When she left for work, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek as he lay sleeping. She let herself out and locked the door behind her. She stopped by her apartment to grab a couple of her costumes, and then she headed for the club. She breezed by Big Jim at the door with a cheery wave. Cal nodded to her from behind the bar as she went down the hall to the dancers dressing room. Tami/Susy was already they’re getting out of her street clothes and into her first costume of the day. “How's big brother treating you?" she asked. “He's great isn't he?" Star replied. “But he sure does sleep soundly. I made enough noise for a parade today, and he just slept right through it!" Tami laughed. “Mom always had a hell of a time getting him up for school whenever he stayed up late." Star listened avidly as Tami gossiped about her big brother. She was especially interested to find out that her new boyfriend had a thing for girls with ponytails. She promptly dug in her purse for a scrunchie and pulled her hair back into a tail. Tami of course thought this was funny as hell. Star finished getting ready for work, and then used the pay phone in the hall to call her roommate and let her know that she was OK. John showed up at the club about 6 PM. He asked for Cal and was directed back to the office. He knocked and waited for Cal to answer. “Looks like I can start whenever you want me to." John said as Cal waved him to a chair. “My boss didn't like it at all when I told him I was giving him a weeks notice." Cal shifted his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other. “What did he do?" “Yelled a bit and gave me a check for the hours I had coming. Then he told me to split, so I did." Cal grinned around the cigar. “I know that old bastard from way back. I kinda figured that was what he was gonna do." Cal leaned back in his chair and held his humidor out to John. John selected a cigar and unwrapped it. Cal slid the desk lighter across to John and watched him light up. “Ah, another cigar lover." he said as John turned the cigar to get an even light. “None of the other guys who work here would know a good cigar if it bit them in the ass." John took a few puffs on the cigar before answering. “You might be surprised at Big Jim. That's a smart brain underneath all that Biker." Cal stood up. “Let's get you oriented then." He led John out to behind the bar. “Josh, this is John." The two shook hands. “I want you to teach him the ropes. See what he knows, then work on the rest." He turned to John. “Come on, let's get the damn paperwork filled out and get you clocked in." An hour later, John was behind the bar pouring drinks under the supervision of Josh. “You're doing good." Josh said. "99% of the guys in here just want beer, screwdrivers, rum and coke, or something simple like that. A few more will want a Manhattan or a martini. And there are always the minor variations, the fuzzy navel etc. But you'll pick it up fast enough. And if you have any trouble making a drink, let me know and I'll show you how to do it." He left John to his own devices and moved off down the bar. Star came over to the bar once in a while to chat for a second or two. And she would give him a smile and a wink from the stage during her sets. Tami sat down on one of the bar stools and ordered a coke. “Seems like you have a new girlfriend." She said with a sly grin. “Wait till Mom finds out that you're dating a topless dancer." John smiled back. “About that time, she'll find out about your career choice sister dear." Tami poked her tongue out at him. “You just like to see tits all the time." “Of course," John replied reasonably. “Why else would I go to a Titty bar?" “What about seeing me up on stage?" Tami said challengingly. He laughed and said. “It's just another pair of tits to me. Most of the times I don't even notice you up there." Tami pulled the cups of her bikini top aside and flashed him. “Have a good look turkey." “Those ain't big enough to be turkey breasts." John quipped. “Cornish Game Hens maybe..." Tami re-arranged her top. “Smartass." She slid off the stool and went back to work. John turned around to find Cal standing just behind him. “I think you just might work out after all,” said the club owner. “Keep up the good work." John went back to pouring beers with a smile. If only the guys in his old unit could see him now. This was one of the dream jobs talked about during those endless bull sessions back in basic. Beer and titties, everywhere. When the bar closed, John helped Josh restock the bar and generally clean up. The tills were counted and the tips were pocketed. Cal came over to John. “A great first day." he said. “Keep it up and you'll be a real asset to the company." Star was waiting by the car for him. “You looked so peaceful this afternoon, I didn't want to wake you,” she said. “Likely you couldn't have woke me up with a brass band." John said. “Nice pony tail." and he gave it a gentle tug. “I see you've been talking to my sister again." he shook his head and pulled her in for a hug. “After all these years, she still hasn't forgotten that damn joke I told my uncle before I went into the Army." “What joke is that?" Star asked. John hemmed and hawed for a moment, then cleared his throat. “I told him that the best thing about a pony tail was that it gave me something hold onto while a gal was giving me head." Star leaned her head back to look up at his face and she hit him on the shoulder with a small fist. “That wasn't nice at all,” she said, but she couldn't keep a straight face and started to laugh. “Hey, I was 17 and one horny punk." he said. “But come to think of it, it might come in handy at that." Star laughed even harder. “Pigtails would be better." she managed to gasp out between guffaws, “There's one on each side then." Star was laughing too hard to continue. John kissed the top of her head and turned her toward the car. “Follow me home" he said. I have a surprise for you." He opened the door and held it for her, then went over to his bike. Back at his place, he handed her the keys and papers for the Honda Civic. “So you don't have to ride the bus or wait in the rain ever again,” he told her. Star grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the bedroom. “I'm tired of waiting for you to get in gear,” she said. “I want you to make love to me NOW!" John certainly didn't have any objections to that order. Star was pulling his shirt over his head as soon as they closed the bedroom door. She didn't give him a chance to do anything for himself as she flung the shirt aside and attacked his belt and the buttons of his fly. She pushed him backwards on the bed when she got his pants and shorts down to his knees. His boots and socks went fling, as did his pants and shorts. Once he was naked, Star peeled out of her clothes in mere seconds. She pulled him to his feet and sank to her knees in front of him. She reached back and grabbed her ponytail and shook it at him. “OK," she said. “But pull it too hard and I'll bite." she clicked her teeth together in illustration, and then her mouth was too busy for further talk. John put his hands on her head and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on him. He did idly toy with her ponytail, but didn't pull it too hard. He remembered those teeth. And geese, if she swallowed any more of him it was going to come out the other end of her! Star was justly proud of her oral skills, learned when she was much younger and practiced as diligently as possible. John was bigger than average at 7 1/2" long and proportionately thick. She worked at it and managed to actually deep throat him for a few moments, then had to pull back a bit. She had her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him to her as she bobbed her head back and forth. She had always loved oral sex. She reached a hand under herself. Her fingers found her clit and started rubbing furiously. Finally John had to pull away. He stooped and lifted her onto the bed. He hooked her knees over his elbows as he moved up and over her. Star slid her arms around his neck as she felt his cock stretch her vaginal entrance and slide in to fill her completely. John held still in her for a long moment, and then began stroking with firm deep thrusts. After about 5 minutes or so, he moved his arms so that she could put her legs around his waist. Star slid her legs up and down his sides before locking her ankles around his back. John kept on moving varying his strokes from full length drives to a series of short stutters and in between. Star was coming steadily and leaving bite marks on his chest and shoulders. When he finally came, the feel of his seed splashing against the entrance of her womb set her off again. John rolled them both over without withdrawing from her. Star sat up, bracing her hands on his chest and rotated and ground her hips against him. His cock head was pressed firmly against her cervix. She leaned forward a bit and started lifting and dropping her hips, impaling herself repeatedly on his erection. When she felt him come again, she let herself go and collapsed atop him, limp and sweating. John caressed her back and her hair, murmuring words of love and affection into her ear. At last, she rolled off him and they lay there enjoying the afterglow. After a few minutes, John rolled onto his side to face her. He reached out and stroked her cheek with his fingers. “You are one special lady,” he said softly. Star stretched her arms over her head and arched her back, slowly twisting back and forth, then relaxed suddenly with a sigh. “See what you've been missing?" she said with an impish grin. John leaned over to kiss her softly. Then he swung around to sit up. “Are you going to stay here tonight? Or are you going home?" She looked at the clock. 3:00 AM. “Oh crap." she said. “I want to stay, but I'd better get home and check in with Renee, my roommate before she starts thinking I've been abducted by aliens or something." John sighed. “Oh Sweetheart. Let's get you on your way home in your new car." She slid off the bed and came around to stand in front of him. She hugged him, then picked up her dress and slipped it on over her head. She stepped into her sneakers and plopped down on the bed to lace them up. “You forgot your underwear." John observed. She flashed him a wicked smile. “I'll just go commando until I get home." He laughed aloud and hauled her in for another kiss. She melted against him for a moment, and then pushed herself away. “Enough of that!" she said. “Or I won't get out of here at all." John walked her down to the Honda and opened the door for her. He waited for her to start the engine, and then he stepped back. “I'll see you at work tonight!" she said. “Love you!" and she drove away. John went back up to his bedroom and lay down without taking off his pants. He could still smell her scent on his sheets and pillows. He lay there grinning foolishly at the ceiling for a while, and then he rolled onto his side and dropped into a deep sound sleep. Star got home all right, and then had a hell of a time finding a parking space. At last, she made it up to the apartment and entered as quietly as she could. Renee was sleeping soundly, so Star tiptoed into the bathroom and filled the tub. She eased into the hot water and settled back until only her head was above the surface. The hot water relaxed and soothed her tired muscles. She was too contented to do a lot of moving, so she just soaked for a while as the water slowly cooled to the point she had to add more hot water. Scrubbed and refreshed, She padded to her room wrapped in her terry-cloth robe and with a towel around her hair. She peeked in at Renee, but she was still asleep. Star finished toweling her hair in her bedroom, then brushed her hair out and got into bed, leaving the robe on the floor. The Nightclub Renee woke up around 9AM and found Star still asleep a few moments later. She was dying to know what she had been doing and where she had been doing it, but she knew from long experience that if she woke up Star early, she would just be a grouch all day. Renee got dressed for work and put on the coffeepot. Sure enough, a sleepy Star came shuffling into the kitchen wearing her oversized terry robe. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the table. Renee waited for her roommate to finish the first cup, then poured her another one. As Star woke up, she began to take an interest in the toast and eggs that Renee set in front of her. Renee sat down across from her and propped her chin on her hands. “OK girlfriend. Spill it." Star took a bite of eggs and took her time chewing and swallowing, knowing it would drive Renee up the wall. When she saw Renee open her mouth to say something, she spoke up. “I was with John until about 3 this morning." Renee sat back and gazed at her friend. “John huh?" she said. “How do you know he's serious?" “Well," Star said after another bite and swallow, “He did buy me a car so I wouldn't have to take the bus any more." “Bullshit." said Renee in disbelief. “It's the little yellow Honda sitting out there." Star waved at the window. “I think you can see it from here." Renee got up and looked out the window. She could see the car all right. Ugh. “He gave you that piece of shit?" Star frowned. “That piece of shit is the nicest gesture anyone has given me since Dad died." Renee came back and sat down. “What all do you know about this John character?" Star leaned back with a smile. “He's in his 20's. He owns his own home. He works at the club as of last night. And he's a gentleman." Renee rolled her eyes, “It's no use talking to you. You're in love with him." Star grinned widely. “Yup." “So when do you meet his family?" Renee asked. Star giggled. “His kid sister is a dancer at the club. The rest of his family I'll meet when it's time." Renee started laughing. “That'll be an interesting family meeting." She stood up and put her coffee cup in the sink. “I've got to get to work,” she said. “Does this Galahad have any other sterling qualities?" Star held her hands up, palms toward each other. “A prick this big." she snickered. Renee laughed. “You're incorrigible." Star got up and began clearing the table. “Shoo!" She told her friend, “I'll take care of the dishes." She paused, “Say, come by the club tonight. He'll be tending bar and I can introduce you two." “I just might get around there after work." Renee said. Star finished the dishes after her roommate had left for work. It was still early for her, but she felt as rested and fresh as if she had slept for a full 8 hours. She dressed and went out to where her car was parked. She studied it for a while. “You sure are ugly in the daylight,” she said to it. “But I'll take care of that." She went back to the apartment and came back with rags, sponges, and a bucket of soapy water. She spent the next couple of hours scrubbing and wiping the car, getting her halter and cutoffs soaking wet, much to the delight of some of the male residents of her apartment complex. Star ignored the onlookers and concentrated on getting her car presentable. She finally rinsed the car off and packed all the rags etc. into the now empty bucket. The car still wasn't a beauty, but it looked a hell of a lot better than it did when she started. She changed clothes again, and then took the car down to a full service car wash to get it waxed and polished. She barely made it to work on time, pulling into the parking lot right behind John on his Harley. “Hi Honey!" she greeted him with a kiss. “Ready for a long night's work?" “Now I am,” he replied. He gave her a lingering kiss and a squeeze on the fanny. Star giggled. “Later." She whispered in his ear. Big Jim waved them on through the door. Tami was right behind them. She stopped to give the big bouncer a kiss and a whisper in his ear that made him blush like a schoolgirl. The club was busier than usual that night, and Star didn't get over to the bar as often as she liked, but she had almost $500 in tips by the time her shift was half over. On her break, she gave John the money to hold for her, and then spotted Renee coming through the door. She ran over and dragged Renee to the bar. When John was free, he moved down to where Star was standing. She was practically vibrating with anticipation. “John, this is my roommate and best friend Renee. Renee, this is my boyfriend John held out his hand. Renee took it and watched bemused as John bowed over her hand and kissed the fingers lightly. “A pleasure to meet you Renee." Down girl, Renee told herself as she felt her reaction her friend’s boyfriend. “Umm, glad to meet you too." Tami came bouncing up about then. “What's up Johnny? Another conquest?" “Behave squirt." John said affectionately. “This is Renee, Star's roommate and best friend." Tami shook Renee's hand. “Glad to meet ya." she said. “Ya gotta watch my brother though, back home in high school, he laid every cheerleader on the pep squad." “Not all of them!" John protested. “I never got into Alice Fallon's pants." “That's only because she was a dyke and wouldn't let you." Tami spouted back. Tami leaned over and whispered to Star and Renee, “I'm just giving him a hard time. Johnny's a prince with a heart of gold. But don't tell him I said so." Then she went back out to look for another table dance. “What'll you have?” John asked Renee. “Rum and Coke please." she replied distractedly. She had been in the club before, but never when it was this busy. John put her drink in front of her. “On me." he said. He moved off to serve another customer a few feet away. “Well, what do you think?" Star asked. “I think this place is a madhouse." Renee replied. “No! NO! Silly, about John." Renee shook her head. “Sorry." she said. “I was a little distracted there. I think he's nice enough. I'd like to meet him outside of here though." “I think we can arrange that. Come on and sit at one of the tables for a while. I have to get back up on stage." “OK." Renee let Star lead her to a vacant table and sat down. Star waved at her and scampered up the stairs to the stage. The DJ announced her set and started her music. Renee had never actually seen Star dance at work before. She was fascinated at how she worked the crowd and obviously was having fun. After the three song set, Star came over and sat down next to her, counting the money that had been left on the stage or tucked into her g-string. "$30, $35, $40, $50." Star folded the bills and tucked them down the front g-string. “Not bad for about 10 minutes work." she said. Renee leaned closer to her friend. “How do you deal with being up there almost naked with all those guys looking at you?" Star whispered back, “It's easy. I'm the one in control up there. I have what they want, and all they can do is drool and give me money." She looked at her friend with a new appraisal, “You know, you have a pretty good body. You ought to get up there sometime and give it a try just once." Renee blushed beet red. “I don't know if I could..." “Hang out here for a while." Star told her. “I have to work the room a bit. Then I'll take you back stage." Sheila came by a few minutes later with a fresh drink. “John said to tell you that your drinks are on him all night." “Tell him thanks." Renee said. “Before you go, what kind of guy is John? Is he good for Star?" Sheila sat down for a moment. “I've never seen her happier" she thought for a moment. “If Star was my daughter, I'd be happy to have her date a man like John." Renee nodded thoughtfully. “OK, Thanks." “If you need anything else, just let me know." Sheila told her. Renee watched as Tami/Susy got up on stage next, then a couple of other girls. This might not be so hard after all, she thought to herself. Star came back about an hour later. “Come on, I cleared it with Cal for you to get up on stage for a single set." Renee allowed Star to drag her back to the dressing room. Another dancer offered to let Renee borrow a costume. Then another one offered to fix her makeup and hair. 3/4 of an hour later, Renee stood in front of a full-length mirror and blushed at what she saw. 5'7" and 110 pounds with shoulder length brown hair and a nice set of 36C tits attired in a few scraps of green and blue cloth. “You look great!" Star assured her. “Don't worry, I'll go up on stage with you." Renee sighed. “Let's get this over with." The DJ came over the loudspeakers. “Put your hands together for a first time dancer. The lovely Sparkle!" Star led a very nervous Renee out on the stage and moved a few feet off. “Let your body go with the music and pretend that there's no one out there." Renee slowly began moving, swaying and turning from side to side. As she gained confidence, she started copying some of the moves she had seen the other girls doing. From the whistles and applause she heard from the surrounding tables, she figured she must be doing something right. When a man held up a bill folded lengthwise, Star nudged her. “Go get it!" Renee danced over to the man and sank to one knee. She pulled the waistband of her g-string away from her skin. The man slipped the bill under the string, and she let it snap back to hold the bill in place. “Thanks," she smiled at him. She rose to her feet and whipped off her top. This was the first time she had been topless in public since that drunken night at Mardi gras several years ago. She felt her nipples harden and the areola swell as she got more into the dancing and applause. She ended up collecting about $35 for the set of three songs and left the stage with a sassy swing to her hips and a happy smile. She left her top off, letting her tits bounce and sway freely as she followed Star back to the dressing room. “My God! That was a rush!" She exclaimed back in the dressing room. “You looked like you were having fun." Star said with a grin. “When can I do it again?" Renee wanted to know. Kitty, a dancer of Japanese ancestry laughed and patted her on the back. “Ah, the enthusiasm of the beginner. You did pretty good for your first time on stage." She said to Renee. “The first time I took my top off on stage, I threw up all over the guys in pervert row." “What's pervert row?" Renee asked. “It's the row of seats at the edge of the stage." Kitty explained. “Most of the guys who sit there on a regular basis are hoping I get a glimpse of bush or to have a dancer fall into their laps." “Does that happen often?" Renee asked. “Not here so much." said Star. “The stage here is in good shape and is well enough lit. But I have seen it happen at other clubs." “That's why we had you step in that box of resin before you went out on stage." added Dee-Dee, a tall blonde with a pronounced Texas accent. “The resin helps keep you from slipping." Kimberly piped up from the back of the dressing room. “The last thing we need here is a no talent cow coming to work here. We have enough of them already." “We sure do." said Cindy. “Shut yer pie holes." said Kitty. “I already beat your ass once Kim. And I'll be happy to do the same to you too Cindy." Cal spoke up from where he had been watching from the doorway. “Kim, Cindy, if I hear any more of this catty shit from either of you, you're both out on your ass. I'm tired of customer's and other staff bitching about your attitudes." “Fuck you." said Cindy. “I can get a job dancing anywhere in town." “Fine." said Cal. “Get the fuck out." he looked at Kimberly. “You wanna go too?" Kimberly didn't answer; she just started packing her costumes and cosmetics. Cal walked over to Renee “If you wanna work as a dancer here. I'll take ya on. Come see me in the office and fill out the paperwork. I'll give you a new padlock for your locker. Take one of theirs,” he jerked a thumb at the two girls who were getting their stuff together. He walked over to Kim and Cindy. “Come to the office when you're ready. I'll have your final checks ready." When Cal left, Star walked up to Kimberly and backhanded her across the mouth. “That's for trash talking about my man,” she said. Kim wiped a spot of blood from her lower lip, and then went back to packing, keeping her eyes down. Cindy opened her mouth to say something, but Jeannie, a tall slender black girl, tapped her on the shoulder. When Cindy turned around, Jeannie balled up her fist and slugged her in the stomach, doubling the smaller girl over. “You just don' know when to shut your mouth, do ya bitch?" Kimberly walked out of the room, leaving Cindy gasping for breath on the floor. Dee-Dee hauled Cindy to her feet and shoved the box of her stuff into her arms. “Now get out before we drag you out." Renee was looking around warily. “Does this happen often?" “First time." said Kitty. “Last time I whipped Kim's ass, we were working at another club down in San Diego." Dee-Dee put her arm around Renee's shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “I for one, hope you come to work with us." The other girls all added their assurances as well. Cal poked his head back in the doorway. “Some of you gals need to leave the hen party and get back out here. The customers are getting antsy." Star took Renee to the office and went back to work. “Have a seat." Cal said. “The rules are simple. No drugs, no drinking on the job, no hooking, and you show up on time or call." Renee nodded. “IF you wanna date a customer, that's up to you. If I hear you're hooking, you get fired and blacklisted, plus we call the cops. Same with dope." “I already have a job in the daytime." Renee said. “Can I work part time?" “You can work as many or as few hours as you want, so long as you give us advance notice of your schedule." “I can do that." Renee said. Call shoved some papers over to her. “Take these out and have a seat at the bar. Fill them out and give them to John or Josh. Come in tomorrow and we'll work out a work schedule for you." Renee took the papers and sat at the bar to fill them out. John came over and leaned on the bar. “I saw you up on stage." he said, “You have real potential." Renee looked up at him with gratitude. “Thanks." she said. “This is all happening so fast it seems unreal." “Well you know what you have to do when you're riding the tiger don't you?" “What's that?" she asked with a smile. “Why, you keep riding it of course. Getting off without getting eaten alive might prove somewhat problematical, don't you think?" Renee gave a musical laugh, shook her head and went back to the paperwork. When she was done, Josh took the papers back to Cal, and she went back to the dressing room to get her clothes back on. She stayed until closing to wait for Star and John. “Why don't we go hit the Denny's for breakfast?” said John. “Tami and Big Jim can come along too if they want. But those two declined, citing other plans. John watched as Tami rode off on the back of Jim's bike. Oh well, he hoped she would be gentle with him. After a leisurely breakfast, John pulled Star's money out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Almost a grand tonight." Star said after she counted the bills. Renee looked at the wad of cash with wide eyes. “WOW!" was all she could say. Star shrugged. “On a night as busy as this, I should have cleared 300 or 400 more easily." “I'm in the wrong business,” muttered Renee. “Not anymore you're not!" quipped John. John followed the girl’s home, and then accepted an offer of a cup of coffee inside. As the three of them sat in around the kitchen table and talked, John firmly won Renee over with his unflagging politeness and good humor. Finally he stood and stretched. “Sorry to leave you ladies like this, but I am dead tired and have a long ride home." “Not in the shape you're in.,” declared Renee. “There's plenty of room in Star's bed, unless she's turned shy all of a sudden." she winked at her roommate to show she was teasing before continuing, “In which case you can have either the couch or share my bed." “Unh UH!" Star declared as she took John's arm possessively. “He's all mine!" John laughed and hugged Star. “The prospect of sleeping by your side makes me very anxious to get to bed." Star poked her tongue out at Renee and walked John to her bedroom. Renee stayed awake for a while in her room next door, but all she heard was someone snoring softly. By the time Renee woke up that morning, John was already up and dressed. He had coffee brewing and was busy fixing breakfast. She pulled her robe closed and sat down at the table. “Morning." she mumbled. “I forgot you were still here." “How do you like your omelet?" John asked as he poured her a cup of coffee. “Don't ask me to think this early in the morning." Renee groaned. John chuckled and turned back to the stove. Renee added creamer to her coffee and drank the first cup in a couple of long gulps. John put a plate in front of her. She closed her eyes and inhaled the heavenly aromas. “Oh God yes." she said and grabbed a fork to dig in. John poured her another cup of coffee and then assembled a plate, coffee juice on a tray and took it in to give Star breakfast in bed. “Wake up Sunshine." John said quietly. His girlfriend stirred, then yawned and stretched. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. “Morph." she went as another yawn interrupted whatever she had been about to say. John sat down with one hip on the edge of the bed. “Sit up a bit and make room." Star scooted to a sitting position and stuffed a pillow behind her back to prop herself up. John laid the tray on the blankets atop her crossed legs. Star looked down at the tray in her lap, trying to blink her eyes into focus. John chuckled and picked up the fork. He cut and speared a bite of omelet and held it to her lips. “Open up." he said. Star opened her lips out of sheer reflex, and he placed the bite in her mouth. When she closed her mouth and started chewing, he cut and speared another bite. “This could be fun,” he said. Star opened her mouth to say something and he put the forkful of eggs into her mouth. She took the fork from him before he could get another bite ready. When she swallowed, she fixed him with an evil eye. “I can feed myself you know. I have been since I was 2." John took the napkin and dabbed at the corners of her mouth. He winked at her. “But the look on your face was priceless." Star finally had to smile back. “You big goof." she said. “Thanks for the breakfast in bed." He leaned in for a kiss. “Anytime." John got up and picked his jacket up off the floor. “I've got to get home and change clothes,” he said. “Do you want to get together after work? I want to take you out for another ride." “Sure." Star mumbled around a mouthful of food. John blew her a kiss and left the room. “Sorry about leaving you with the dishes." he said to Renee. “I'll wash the dishes next time I'm here whoever cooks." “For cooking like this, I'll be glad to clean up,” she replied. John gave her a wave, and then was gone. Renee took the coffee pot to Star's room to give her a refill if needed. “You got a good one,” said Renee. “And he cooks too." Star polished off her orange juice before answering. “If he asks me," she told her roommate. “I'm going to move in with him." Renee pouted. “That bites." she said. “How do you think he'd feel about having both of us around the house?" Star rolled her eyes. “I can see it now. We'll be getting it on in his bedroom, and you banging on the wall telling us to keep it down in there." Renee fell over laughing.