Chapter 9

On my trip home, I stopped in a small town a couple hours past St. Louis. As I approached the motel where I’d booked a room, I saw a strip club only two blocks down the street. I thought that might be very convenient. Since I’d put the necklace in my pocket and wasn’t going to wear it anymore, I was my usual shy and timid self. I got two stacks of twenties at a bank that was about to close, figuring that might be enough to win the attention of a girl at the club.

I went to a restaurant and had a porterhouse steak done medium-well, just one this time, and enjoyed it. I walked to the club anticipating seeing some naked women. The crowd was so large I couldn’t even see the stage. I didn’t want to upset anyone or cause trouble, so I sat near a corner and waited for the crowd to thin out. After three beers and only seeing the top of two women’s heads, I impatiently put the necklace on.

I elbowed through the crowd until I reached the row of stools in front of the stage. I stared into a chubby guy’s eyes and told him, “I think you’re in my seat.”

“Sorry! No problem!” He walked away but hadn’t wet himself. He was braver than most.

The DJ loudly announced, “Here she is! Everybody’s favorite! TAWNY!”

A slender, tall, and obviously Native American woman around 20 strode onto the stage. Most of the men near the front of the crowd were already holding out money, and many in the back clapped or cheered. She had a pretty face and attractively athletic body, but I was most impressed by her confidence and charisma. Smoking wasn’t allowed in the club, but she smiled and puffed on a cigarette the whole time she danced.

I wasn’t impressed by her dancing though. After two whole songs, she took her blouse off. After nearly another whole song, she finally removed her skirt. As the music stopped she walked around gathering up her tips, still wearing a bikini. She hadn’t revealed any more than you would see at a beach. She stepped off the stage and walked near me. Finally, I noticed what her necklace was, a SABERTOOTH FANG! Just like mine!

She lit another cigarette and looked into my eyes with a furious expression on her face. The crowd of men stared at us and the place went quiet. She loudly demanded, “Why didn’t you tip me? Everybody does!”

I felt a little angry, but VERY turned on. “You didn’t show us anything! No boobs, no pussy, not even much of your ass!”

She stared at my necklace a moment. “But I know you want to fuck me. What makes you think you have a chance?”

In addition to the feisty hottie in front of me, I noticed dozens of guys and two other strippers were anxiously awaiting my answer. With supernatural confidence, I lustily replied, “I’ve screwed the last twenty women I wanted. I think my odds are pretty good. Come back to the motel with me.”