There were few tables and chairs on our right and a stage on our left. The stage had a pole in the middle that ran from ceiling to floor. I’d seen t...is set up in some movies. I was in a strip bar!Debbie pulled me up the three steps, onto the stage and behind a curtain that was on the left side of the stage. The space behind the curtain was no bigger than a closet. There was a clothes rack on our right and a beat-up vanity on our left.Debbie sat me down at the vanity. “Put some lipstick on,” she. "Chrissy was a light-skin brown girl about 5"2 with a cute little body. Great body, actually. She wore a black dress."Where are you from Chrissy?" San Diego. Originally from Minnesota."That's when her friend motioned to her that she wanted to leave. Chrissy wanted to stay, which I liked. I bought her whatever drink she had in her hand and I had another Bud. I needed to figure out a way to get rid of her friend. She wasn't impressed with the situation."Do you like Canadians because you're from. I stand there for a few minutes just watching you not wanting you to know where I am or what I’m going to do. I leave for a minute getting the plate of chocolate covered strawberries then walk back into the room very quietly. I put the tray on your nightstand sitting on the side of the bed, my fingers caressing you starting with your face and going down just letting my fingers run down your body, wanting to tease you. I lean down kissing you then putting a strawberry to your lips letting you. She is the epitome of estrogen. Overall she’s not a bad woman, she is willing to do things you like and can generally get along with your buddies but think of yourself as the modern comparison to the “Odd Couple”. You’re Oscar, the messy hulk of a man and she would be Felix, the stuffy neat freak, only with breasts. The bad side is that you’ll hear of it every time when your tastes will conflict with hers. You’ll hear common things like, “it’s not nice enough”, “it’s not pretty enough”,.