The Blade is open seven days a week. I don't know how they get away with it, but they are. The entrance was hard to find, the first time I came round, but now I can find it in my sleep if need be.
Two nights a week they turn it up, bigtime. I didn't know this, when I went in on a wednesday. You see, once I was put onto this place, I found myself coming back as often as I could. Sometimes I would make an excuse to get off early, so that I could grab a few beers before my wife made it home.
When I walked in, I greeted the bartender and ordered. I was just about to take my first sip when the loudest music I've heard in my life started playing. I almost dropped my drink.
I tried to ignore the semi-drunken snorts and annoyed glances in my direction as I turned to see who brought all the ruckus into my new favorite spot. I was happy to find a catwalk had been set up that replaced the full left corner of the dancefloor. I was thinking, great! Let's see some girls. Nobody was using that floor anyway.
Before long, the dj began to introduce the players. Ronnie: who was stunning in a pink sheer top and and a string. Kayla: who reminded me just a bit too much of my cousin Stella. Feather: who was anything but a feather weight, as she proved by smacking her junky trunk. And Michelle: who confused me at first and then proceeded to quickly find her place as my favorite.
You see, unlike the other girls, Michelle rode onto the horseshoe shaped catwalk in a toy car. No, seriously, it was a toy car like the kind you find at Barnum and Bailey's. I was so turned off by her idiotic dunce cap and the clown's nose she wore, I turned back to my beer.
"That's quite a show you have here, Bobby. Looks like Wednesday's my night."
"You haven't seen the last of it, buddy."
I scoffed. "I'm not much into clowns."
"Are you into freak shows?" He yelled, hinking his eyebrows towards the hoots and hooters over my shoulder. I turned around just in time to see the little clown point her chin forward and remove the nose from her face in the sexiest way I'd ever seen it done.
She kissed it, and tossed it out to the crowd that had since gathered at the base of the stage. Although she'd already removed her cap, nose, and curly wig, which revealed the most beautiful dark brunette I had ever seen, it was still the gathered crowd of guys, who tossed 1$, 5$, and 20$ onto the stage that intrigued me.
I took my drink and moved forward a bit. Freak, he said. What the hell kinda show was this, anyway? She was pretty, but why were all these guys so interested in her already. I like breasts. I'm a hip man. All of that was hidden by that dumbass car.
I was closer. Close enough. I took a sip just in time to see what all the fuss was about. By now they were chanting, Michelle, Michelle...
Her long, fit, slender arms did a gypsie dance over her head. Her eyes took us in, but then she pushed herself up from the seat of the car. Easy as pie, up and over. One hip and then the other. My jaw dropped.
Like the other girls, she wore very little. Her string bikini was covered in bright polka dots. She was unshaven on the bottom, so the shorts came off first. Wow. Easy to slip off when you have no legs. Her svelte form was cut short just under her buttox.
I had to sit down at a table to avoid embarrasing myself. She was a dhd. I had never seen it in person and here she was- live- dancing for me. And did she dance! She continued the clownish theme by performing modified forward rolls and round-offs.
She made a perfect O with her mouth and covered it with her perfect fingers as if she'd made a mistake when she lost the top of her bikini. She was perfect. She was stellar. Then she got behind her car and pushed it off the stage, swinging her beautiful hips seductively.
Bobby came up behind me. Saying only, "Huh?" and gesturing towards the stage.
"Unbelievable." I sighed. Still unable to make a move.
"What did I tell ya? What until she does the pole. You'll never believe what she can do with that cunt."
I said nothing. But I wanted him to watch his mouth. There was obviously more to Michelle than sex. I just hadn't figured out what it could be. So many women, so many dances, and she had me at nothing below.
It took me a little while to descretely relieve the pressure she had created in my nether regions, but I finally did and I finally made it home. Needless to say, I've spent many more a night waiting patiently for the amateurs to get through their predictable gigs. She's different every time and by the way, Bobby was right.
What Michelle does with a pole--!
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