Then I noticed that one of the other women behind the table had come out, too. She struck the same pose, and on her name tag it said, ‘SHELLEY (TALB...T) MOORE’. She was now back to a frosted blonde, but she told Marilyn, “I was a brunette when we dated.”I looked over at Marilyn and swallowed. “We were just friends.”“I’ll just bet you were friendly!” said Marilyn. Behind the table the third woman, a tall and slender blonde, simply smirked and tried to stifle her laughter.“I’m so glad you could. Wide blue eyes were accentuated with thinly plucked eyebrows (ouch! Now that had been a struggle!), a small slightly upturned nose (expensive but the result clearly worth it) that offered puckish charm, high colored cheeks (done with the nose), a small chin (also done with the nose, though not as much of a job as was normally necessary), and the small bow-shaped mouth with their pouty lips. You couldn't do mouths-- they had to be right to begin with. Oh, you could do the lips, and he had. It feels much better, and she even complemented me for as it was refreshing from all the redneck posers wearing jeans.I could tell she was at least a little attracted to me, not just standard "it's my job" horniness. She complemented on my eyes and said I was on her better clients tonight. I told her I was telling my friend I wouldn't leave this joint without dancing with because I believed she was the hottest one there. She was flattered. I guess I have a thing for blondes because it goes back. If I knew his name, I would find him and thank him for for making my life better. I didn't tell that man that a huge part of me really didn't want to quit pole dancing. It was just a ton of money and I couldn't turn something like that down," Brandi said."Heh. You know what I just realized, Brandi?" I asked."What?" Brandi asked."This is the first time in a long time that we have actually gotten along," I said."Wow. You're right, Rick. Maybe me fucking you in the ass with a strapon was what we.