A Cold but Warm Night

(assumed to be AFTSD because posted on that day)

J.

12/02/2001

The fierce, icy December wind was blowing full force. There was a feel and taste of an upcoming snow storm in the air. But at the top of the hill in the tiny log cabin things were warm and friendly.

As I walk in the door and into the bar area, I see all of the regulars sitting at the long wooden bar nursing their beers or other drinks not wanting to leave into the dark cold night. I'm greeted by the bouncer with "You're a member, right?". I say I am at the at the same time the bartender shouts out above the noise "He's a member". No cover charge for members.

The bar isn't quite full so I find an empty stool at the bar and greet the bartender. By the time I sit down she has the pint glass in hand and is ready to pour my draught but is waiting for me to confirm my choice. While I wait for my beer I nod to the other regulars and turn to watch the TV and football highlights at the end of the room.

With beer now in hand I head back into the stage area. Only a handful of patrons sitting around the long rectangular stage. I don't recognize anyone sitting around the stage area. Most nights this is typical. Regulars at the bar, others at the stage. I find an empty table close to the stage and watch the show.

The dancer on stage is one of the more energetic dancers here and the crowd is very receptive. I sit and wait patiently watching the crowd more than I watch the dancer on stage. A lot of nights this can be just as fun as watching the dancers. The couple of middle aged men at the rail act like school kids. I guess getting away from the wives for the night is something new to them. The others are appreciative of the dancers' efforts and are tipping heavily.

The dancer's set ends, and once again, my luck and timing are with me tonight. The next dancer is my current ATF. She walks into the room wearing a tiny strip of cloth across her breasts and a very tight short skirt. All of the chill that I felt earlier in the night has instantly melted away.

Although she is young, she dances a lot to 80's music. The first song is from Billy Idol. Partway thru the first song, I finally find my legs and head to the rail. I plunk down a five and wait until she gets around the rail to me. It's finally my turn and a big smile lights up her face as she dances over to me. A little small talk and then she rubs her body on me for a minute or so. She moves on. I get up and head back to my table. The second song starts -- Billy Squire's "Stroke". She is always dancing to this song. I'm sitting at my table singing along with the song and thinking impure thoughts about my ATF at the same time: "Stroke me, Stroke me".

I go over to the DJ booth and talk to him about getting some private dances with my ATF. I fork over the money and he asks me for my name for about the 50th time since I've been going there. I tell him and he says he'll send her over when her set finishes. I don't remember what the third song of her set was as my mind was still somewhere in fantasy land.

My ATF's set ended and the next dancer comes up on stage and starts a four song set of Pantera. Now, I don't mind Pantera but I don't want to get private dances with Pantera blaring. My ATF knows this and tells me that she'll come back and get me once this girls set ends as she wants to freshen up a bit also. The set ends. My ATF comes walking over to me wearing the same amazing outfit. The warmth I felt earlier is coming back.

We walk to the back room for the private dances, she in front, me behind admiring the view. The room is off of the bar and has two comfy chairs separated by a divider so two dancers can work at the same time. We have the room to ourselves.

She starts dancing for me immediately even though it is the middle of a song. The background music is R&B and she moves in perfect timing with the music and with a sensuality that is hard to describe. I have to force myself to remember to breathe. She curls her body on top of mine and looks soulfully into my eyes. Eskimo kisses. My face feels the soft, fragrant flesh of various parts of her body. Everythng she does reeks of sensuality. No grinding, no fast moves. I don't want that; don't need that. Just want her to keep doing what she is doing forever. Unfortunately this only goes on for three full length songs plus that little extra at the beginning. I sigh audibly when the last song ends and she leans over and kisses me on the cheek and thanks me. She sits on my lap for another song and we chat for bit. Then she tells me she has to get ready for her next set. So we get out of the chair and we go our separate ways. She into the dressing room. Me out the door back into the dark, cold, windy night. But now that the warmth has been infused into my entire body, I don't feel any of that chill.