The story i posted about Karen got me to thinking about another lovely lady who was a dancer at the same bar.The name fit her to a T-jet black shoulder length hair,smoldering green eyes and long red fingernails.She started a few weeks after i met Karen so i didn't know her well.
I walked into the bar one night and took my usual seat on a couch in the back of the club.When it was her turn to dance i walked up to tip her and say hi.After her dance she went into the room where the girls put on their makeup and clothes.When she came out she walked over and asked if she could join me.I got us both a drink and we talked for a bit.
She told me it had been a long day for her and her feet were a bit tired.She also mentioned that Karen had told her that i gave a great foot massage,and would i mind giving her one.Being a gentleman how could i say no?She kicked off her shoes and swung her feet into my lap and put her head on the armrest of the couch.I rubbed her feet for a few minuets and she closed her eyes and told me how good it felt.
Of course i had to see if she was ticklish.When i began to lightly scratch her soles she started to giggle and say stop,that tickles.I started going back and forth between massaging and tickling until she had to dance again.I went up to tip her again,and when she came to the edge of the stage i gave her feet another quick tickle.She shook a finger at me and told me i was a bad boy,but after her dance she came back over and her feet were soon in my lap again.
After that night i could always count on her sitting with me when she could.There were some nights i really got her going,and i had to stop because she would start to laugh so loud.She told me one night she didn't like to be tickled that much but it was ok now and then.She was such a good sport about it i always made it a point to tip her very well at the end of the night.
If the guy she was living with had not been a biker the size of New Jersey i would have tried to have hooked up with her off hours sometime.But hell it was fun while it lasted.
I walked into the bar one night and took my usual seat on a couch in the back of the club.When it was her turn to dance i walked up to tip her and say hi.After her dance she went into the room where the girls put on their makeup and clothes.When she came out she walked over and asked if she could join me.I got us both a drink and we talked for a bit.
She told me it had been a long day for her and her feet were a bit tired.She also mentioned that Karen had told her that i gave a great foot massage,and would i mind giving her one.Being a gentleman how could i say no?She kicked off her shoes and swung her feet into my lap and put her head on the armrest of the couch.I rubbed her feet for a few minuets and she closed her eyes and told me how good it felt.
Of course i had to see if she was ticklish.When i began to lightly scratch her soles she started to giggle and say stop,that tickles.I started going back and forth between massaging and tickling until she had to dance again.I went up to tip her again,and when she came to the edge of the stage i gave her feet another quick tickle.She shook a finger at me and told me i was a bad boy,but after her dance she came back over and her feet were soon in my lap again.
After that night i could always count on her sitting with me when she could.There were some nights i really got her going,and i had to stop because she would start to laugh so loud.She told me one night she didn't like to be tickled that much but it was ok now and then.She was such a good sport about it i always made it a point to tip her very well at the end of the night.
If the guy she was living with had not been a biker the size of New Jersey i would have tried to have hooked up with her off hours sometime.But hell it was fun while it lasted.
