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This work is copyrighted by Sandy Lynn

Keith had just finished one hell of a day. For some reason his distributor seemed determined to be a dick about his next delivery. Placing his favorite black Stetson on the bar beside him, he ordered a beer then turned to watch the entertainment. The woman, “Trixie” or “Tracy” or whatever she called herself had him sighing. Her movements were jerky and she looked like she was scared to death.

Still, she had a nice ass which had most of the men hooting and cheering her on.

“Gotta love Wednesday nights,” he said half-sarcastically to no one in particular.

“It keeps the guys happy, boss, shows them new gals. You know as well as I do most of the guys show off their girlfriends here. Hell, I think even the women look forward to it. I mean, where else do they get to strip one night and not be looked down on? Shit, most of them don’t even strip,” the bartender complained.

Nodding and turning to grab his beer, Keith said, “Yeah, it was a good idea. I just wish these gals wouldn’t be so nervous on stage. I mean, damn, that one looks like she’ll piss herself any second now.” The song ended as he drank the cold brew and he heard a man announcing someone called “Kitten”. “I hope she’s better than the last one,” he sighed.

Turning to look at the woman walking down the stage, Keith was amazed as his cock went from uninterested to hard in two seconds. Now this one is a treasure, he thought. His eyes devoured every detail. Her short hair was messy, with curls all over the place making her look like she’d recently climbed out of bed with her lover. Her expression dazed, lips swollen slightly and parted just enough to appear as though she’d just been kissed and continuing with the illusion.

The schoolgirl uniform she wore, while not original, was very appealing. The button-down shirt was bunched high, tied in a knot just below her breasts instead of neatly tucked into the waist of her skirt, showing off her almost flat stomach. The blue and green plaid skirt wasn’t as short as he’d like, but then, he really didn’t care what it looked like. Continuing down her body, Keith’s gaze landed on her shoes. Not loafers or Mary Jane’s like he expected. No, she wore a pair of the sexiest stilettos he’d seen in a very long time.

When the music began, Kitten dipped and swayed like a professional. Her gaze landed on him as she licked her beautiful, pouty lips and circled the pole in the middle of the stage.

Suddenly Keith felt as though there were no other man inside the bar. He felt as though she were dancing for him, and him alone.

One leg on either side of the pole she leaned backwards, thrusting her hips closer to it, then after circling it once again, she slowly untied the knot beneath her breasts.

“Watch my hat,” he told the bartender without looking back at him, as he approached a table closer to the stage.

Kitten slipped each button free, never missing a step, teasing the audience with each move. Turning her back on the crowd, she made a show of pulling the shirt from her body before dropping it, much to her audience’s pleasure. Hands on the waist of her skirt, she took her time, unhooking the material and pulling it from her body before it joined her top.

Wearing only a lacy white bra, which unfortunately hid her nipples from his view, matching thong and those sinful shoes, Kitten continued to dance temptingly.

She circled the stage, paying attention to as many men as she could, whether they were holding dollar bills out for her or not. When the song was nearly finished, she paused, squatting right in front of him, and Keith couldn’t believe his luck. The final notes of the song played and she blew him a kiss before standing up. Stopping in the middle of the stage, Kitten spread her legs slightly apart and bent over to pick up her discarded clothing, treating the audience with another spectacular glimpse of her ass. Smiling over her shoulder at the audience once again, she disappeared.

The men around him chanted her name, trying to convince her to come back out and give them another dance, but her turn was over. The DJ introduced another girl calling herself “Candy” and Keith felt sorry for anyone who had to dance after Kitten left the stage.