Topless Bars

One of the gentlemen that come into shayla's work regularly is the manager of one of the local topless bars. As shayla often does with customers, we talk and flirt with each other. That's one of the really enjoyable things about this area, the people are sincerely friendly. He surprised shayla one afternoon when he invited her to come to his work some evening.

Shayla, in a topless bar. Yeah, right. Perhaps it's some residual cynicism from her previous life, but shayla wasn't expecting much, or even that Master'd even entertain the idea. But she gave Master the card that James had given her, letting him know that they'd been invited. That was weeks ago, and shayla didn't give it much thought after she'd given her Master the information. Though she thought it would be nice to learn how to do something like that. Not to work in such a place, but simply to know how to move like that

So it was surprising the other night when Master dug out that little business card, told shayla to get ready, and began heading that way. When we arrived, the surprise morphed into mild alarm. She'd half-expected something cheesy, but not to this degree. Master got out of the truck and had reached her door before she even had the courage to open it. Shayla had never been to a place like this, and seeing something that met, or, should she say, didn't meet, her expectations was mortifying. To think she'd even brought this place to his attention made it even worse. His response when shayla told him so was a simple, 'it was my idea to come, shayla, i'd not blame you'

The interior was to be expected, dark, tacky; the single stage was smaller than expected. Master picked a table near it, and after a few minutes shayla went to let James know that they were here. A quick exchange of greetings and James darted back into his office and back to work. For the next hour or so the most interesting, intriguing thing that happened was the un-heard of sight of Master's eyes glaze over with boredom. Long periods of time between dancers, who even shayla could tell weren't very good, the music was awful, and the one waitress, when asking Master if there was anything she could do, agreed whole-heartedly when Master asked for the DJ to be fired. And shayla feeling more inferior and bumbling as time went by.

It was very relieving when Master decided that it was time to go. Shayla put the whole experience out of her mind. But she'd not expected to be taken to another topless bar the next day. This one was the workplace of one of Master's friends. She'd invited him to visit a time or two, but this was the first time he'd been able to do so. The difference was shocking. Modify the rooms a little, slap collars on the girls, & make things a bit more obvious in regards to lap dances, etc, & you've got yourself a paga tavern. Te whole place, not just the performers, was classy. There's no other word for it. The dancers were gorgeous & even seemed to enjoy themselves as they danced & later moved about the tables. Master's friend, Amy, was very nice. Shayla was immediately at ease with her. We talked just as much as Master and Amy did. Though shayla was left at the table for a few minutes while Master and Amy stepped into one of the private niches (alcoves? *G*) for her to give him a lap dance.

Perversely enough, that was the only disappointment of the whole experience. Shayla'd been sitting at that table observing, watching, absorbing what the girls were doing up on those stages. And she's never seen a lap dance, doesn't know what's involved in one. How's she going to learn how to do something like that if she's unable to observe one?

It's something she'd like to learn how to do. Not just the lap dances, but the whole thing. Just to please him and to know how to move and dance like that. We can only hope.

shayla