She wasn't usually the initiator, but it seemed that had changed too. Chris a young buck was drinking heavily and he came over to where I was and said...so I heard that the table got a work out last night. The rumors of the table fucking were always afloat but this time it was a reality. Before I could say anything Sheila spoke up and said yeah, it's true Jax here fucked me silly right there on the end of the table. Chris said lucky bastard, and Sheila said why, you want to get laid or something.. “Could you what?” Joe prompted.“Uhm, I have this ... uhm ... poem, and ... uhm ... I’d like to show it to Uncle Eddie.”“Sounds like a great idea.”“And ... I’ve been singing in the school chorus.”“I know you have.”“And ... uhm ... Mr. Langhenham said I could sing solo. He said I had a good voice, and with some training...”“You do have a sweet voice,” said Joe. “Would these be one on one training?”“I suppose it would.”“And when would that happen?”“Oh. I don’t know.”“Let him work with you in music. “Well, guys that’s it,” announced Sunshine. “You paid for an hour and half, dancing and a show.” Bob drooped his shoulders in disappointment. “Awe damn, it’s over.” All the guys moaned, disappointed that the show had come to an end. The front of Devon’s trousers was protruding like it would burst at any second. “What would it take to make this thing last longer?” Candi sat up eagerly and giggled. “Since you asked, we might could offer something.” “Something?” Bob was so excited that he. I was enchanted by her beauty and grace. At the end of her routine I tossed a ten dollar bill on the stage as a tip for her lovely show as she collected her tips and scant silky costume our eyes met. I totally lost it! I told her that I would love to meet with her and get to know her better. Surprisingly she actually agreed to meet me. I guess I was a non-threatening presence. I exited the club going back to my pink and black crotch rocket of a bike ( I love the feel of the high tech engine.