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amount. Her name was on her bow tie, which I tried to focus on instead of other things. I gave her a five and told her to keep the change. She did a slight double take and I realized she appreciated the large tip.
    I was impressed with the next dancer and her routine. She was a tall redhead and her body reminded me of Mercedes. When she removed the last of her outfit she was completely bare. Her final routine was to scrunch down and pick up bills standing on end. I was glad my view was limited, but my mind was racing. She took her time leaving the stage.
    My mind was thinking about what Mercedes had done, and what she and Ralph might be doing.
    There was a drum roll from somewhere and a leg appeared from between the stage curtains. The curtain became part of the next dancer’s act. Although she had an outfit on, her use of the curtain was erotic. Even I wanted to see what the dancer looked like. She tumbled out from behind the curtain, landing with the pole between her legs.
    She slithered up the pole and then swung around facing me. It was Maggie. Her arms were over her head hanging onto the pole, and she gave me this big smile. She mouthed ‘thanks for coming.’ She did some other things with the pole and I was mesmerized. I also tried to discreetly adjust, which she observed, smiled and winked.
    She danced around the stage, and men were inserting bills into her top and what you might call a bottom. Then she came over to me and went down on her knees and moved like a kitten stroking its body against a leg. I went to insert a bill in her top, but as I reached the top disappeared. She threw the top in my face. The five dollar bill was still in my hand when she flipped over and picked it out of my hand with her toes.
    She was back to the pole and the rest of her act was a blur. However, my body reacted to her performance and I was surprised at how well toned her body was.
    I’ll remember her final move for a long time—she put her toe into the bottom of her g-string and slipped it off. It took easily over a minute to complete the removal, much to the men’s enjoyment.
    Before she left the stage she came over and posed in front of me. I thought she wanted her top back and I went to hand it to her, but she shook her head and once again mouthed ‘thank you’ and dove under the curtain. I heard the applause and added mine.
    I was on my third beer and checked my time. Two hands covered my eyes and breasts greeted my ears. I looked up to see Maggie’s big smile. She slid her hands around my shoulders and sat on the chair next to me.
    “Thank you for coming to see me dance,” she said, the smile frozen on her face.
    “You were amazing.”
    “Were?”
    “Okay, you are amazing.”
    The waitress came over and Maggie shook her head. The waitress quickly turned and left.
    “Scott, I hope you really liked my routine. But, I have to admit, I never thought you would come. Are you okay?”
    Maggie had a white cut off T-shirt which barely covered the tops of her breasts. She caught me looking at her top.
    “You like?”
    I took a deep breath and could feel my face flushing. I looked away for a quick second and realized many of the men were watching us. “Maggie, you are incredible.”
    “Thanks Scott. Was that my routine, or my body, or both?”
    “Everything.”
    “Did my second card do the trick to get you here, or is the redhead giving you a problem?”
    I could feel the emotions of the early evening coming back, and looked away.
    She put her hands on my knees, well actually a little above my knees, and bowed down so we were nose to nose. I could see the tears forming in her eyes. The music had stopped between acts and we could hear each other.
    She spoke, but the tears were rolling down her cheeks. “I know I really don’t have a chance with you Scott, we’re from different worlds, but I want to thank you for coming. I can tell something’s bothering you. Would you like to have coffee when I’m done? I have one more