Lady D.

It was nine o’clock and Smells Like Teen Spirit, by Nirvana started to play as Dianne stepped onto the front stage.  She caught a glimpse of her favorite customer, Johnny off to the right with a few of his friends.  As he leaned against the tall round table they exchanged looks.  She danced by him and knew he was watching every detailed move she made.  A friend once told her entire conversations could be held in a single glance and now she understood what that meant. 

With a Bud in his hand, she caught him adjusting his crotch.  He smiled as he smoothed his hand over his black shiny hair that was slicked back in a long curly ponytail and guzzled his beer.

Dianne had on a ruby red cut off T-shirt, black push up bra underneath and a short black skirt with a shiny black g-string.  She wore black knee-high boots and her dark hair was tied up, leaving out a few long wavy strands dangling around her neck and face.  Around her thigh she wore a black garter from Pinto’s.

The rock music resonated through the club.  She danced around to the guys, introducing herself to the chosen few by leaning over the rail and caressed her cheek up against theirs.  She pressed her perfumed breasts into some of their faces as she lovingly tried to smother them.  In a soft sexy voice she tickled their ear with, “Hi baby, what’s your name?” 

She temptingly bent over waving at them with her butt and brushed up and down on the rail.  Moving in motion she took off her skirt and flung it over the side where it landed on a sailor’s head. 

He sat smelling it as the others looked on.  When he was done showing it off, he placed it on the bar with a twenty dollar bill on top.

The Wind Cries Mary, by Jimi Hendrix was her second song.  Her trademark was the black sheepskin rug and blindfold.  As the song began she picked it up from the back of the stage and tossed it on the floor.  In a black g-string and bra she crawled on top of the thick fur and perched up on her fingertips while arching her back.  With only six feet of floor and the rail separating her from the guys, they were now eye to eye.  She sat up on her knees and looked around at them staring back at her.  Some were barking like dogs and others yelled out derogatory things as she pulled on the black hair tie that held her tress in place.  She shook her hair out with her hands leaving it full and unruly.