me of his furry condition. I think he was glad to finally tell someone. I guess he felt some camaraderie with me because I too hid what I was. No more hiding though. As of today I’m going to feel free to indulge in my fetish without feeling shame in it.”
As if on cue, a topless Starry Nights approaches our table. She sits in my lap and slips off her shoe s, draping her legs over Chris’ lap.
“Hi, boys. Mind if I join you?” she asks, hav ing already made herself comfortable. True to his word, Chris enthusiastically places his hands on her feet. While Starry is clearly a girl who knows what her client wants, I wish she’d have sat on Seth’s lap.
Seth seems to sense my discomfort and is amused. “By all means, please join us,” he says, our de facto leader. Chris need not give a verbal reply, his contentment obvious.
“I like your name,” I say, feeling as if I should say something to a girl who’s sitting on my lap, and I can think of nothing else.
“Thanks,” says Starry. She turns to look dir ectly at me. Too close. “But you can just call me Beth. When I’m dancing I’m Starry, when I’m chatting I’m Beth.” I liked her more when she was Starry. “And I’m feeling a little tense right now, would you boys mind helping me out a little?” Starry takes my hands and places them on her shoulders. I rub them as best I can under the circumstances, chalking myself up as a victim of collateral damage. Her real target is Chris, likely enjoying the act of massaging her feet even more than Starry is enjoying having it done, although I also wonder if she’s actually enjoying it at all, or if it’s just a ploy to get him to agree to a lap dance. But I doubt Chris would need much convincing. And she seems nice enough, but I need my personal space.
“All right gentlemen, make some noise for Montana Wild!” bellows the DJ .
“Well I know what you like,” says Starry as she nudges Chris with her right foot. “So if you guys are different from your foot fan friend here, one of you is bound to like Montana. That little lady carries some big guns.”
Montana Wild appears on the main stage to a country song I’m not familiar with, though it’s a step up from Starry’s later rap selections. Her attire calls to mind Daisy Duke as she wears the denim shorts that made the character famous and a red and white flannel top tied in a knot above her navel. Montana’s hair is blonde, cut short in a bob which she hides with a black cowboy hat that she places atop her head as she begins to dance. And she has a bust to rival Ivy Valentine’s.
Smitten with her, I’m glad to see she’s dancing in cowboy boots. Her choice of footwear has likely turned Chris off, plus he’s already occupied with Starry. Seth doesn’t appear particularly impressed, either.
“We have a winner,” says Starry, looking at me again. I realize I stopped rubbing her shoulders when Montana began her routine. My facial expression likely also betrays my thoughts.
“Not doing much for me,” says Seth. “ And I hate country music.”
“She looks exactly like Power Girl,” says Chris. “Seriously, between t hose boobs and that blonde bob she’s like a live-action Power Girl. They ever do a superhero theme night here, that’s who she’d be.”
“Power Girl,” I say blankly .
“Yeah, you know, Kara Zor-L. She wears the cleavage-bearing white outfit with a red cape. She’s Superman’s cousin from Krypton. At least the Earth-2 Superman. Of course he eventually ceased to exist when-”
“I know who Power Girl is,” I say.
“Ge ntlemen, there’s a lady present,” says Seth. “And she also happens to be topless. So ask yourselves, is this the time to be talking about Crisis on Infinite Earths?”
I see in Chris the wanton desire to believe. “Beth, I think you know your comic stuff,” he says. “So tell me, who’s
As if on cue, a topless Starry Nights approaches our table. She sits in my lap and slips off her shoe s, draping her legs over Chris’ lap.
“Hi, boys. Mind if I join you?” she asks, hav ing already made herself comfortable. True to his word, Chris enthusiastically places his hands on her feet. While Starry is clearly a girl who knows what her client wants, I wish she’d have sat on Seth’s lap.
Seth seems to sense my discomfort and is amused. “By all means, please join us,” he says, our de facto leader. Chris need not give a verbal reply, his contentment obvious.
“I like your name,” I say, feeling as if I should say something to a girl who’s sitting on my lap, and I can think of nothing else.
“Thanks,” says Starry. She turns to look dir ectly at me. Too close. “But you can just call me Beth. When I’m dancing I’m Starry, when I’m chatting I’m Beth.” I liked her more when she was Starry. “And I’m feeling a little tense right now, would you boys mind helping me out a little?” Starry takes my hands and places them on her shoulders. I rub them as best I can under the circumstances, chalking myself up as a victim of collateral damage. Her real target is Chris, likely enjoying the act of massaging her feet even more than Starry is enjoying having it done, although I also wonder if she’s actually enjoying it at all, or if it’s just a ploy to get him to agree to a lap dance. But I doubt Chris would need much convincing. And she seems nice enough, but I need my personal space.
“All right gentlemen, make some noise for Montana Wild!” bellows the DJ .
“Well I know what you like,” says Starry as she nudges Chris with her right foot. “So if you guys are different from your foot fan friend here, one of you is bound to like Montana. That little lady carries some big guns.”
Montana Wild appears on the main stage to a country song I’m not familiar with, though it’s a step up from Starry’s later rap selections. Her attire calls to mind Daisy Duke as she wears the denim shorts that made the character famous and a red and white flannel top tied in a knot above her navel. Montana’s hair is blonde, cut short in a bob which she hides with a black cowboy hat that she places atop her head as she begins to dance. And she has a bust to rival Ivy Valentine’s.
Smitten with her, I’m glad to see she’s dancing in cowboy boots. Her choice of footwear has likely turned Chris off, plus he’s already occupied with Starry. Seth doesn’t appear particularly impressed, either.
“We have a winner,” says Starry, looking at me again. I realize I stopped rubbing her shoulders when Montana began her routine. My facial expression likely also betrays my thoughts.
“Not doing much for me,” says Seth. “ And I hate country music.”
“She looks exactly like Power Girl,” says Chris. “Seriously, between t hose boobs and that blonde bob she’s like a live-action Power Girl. They ever do a superhero theme night here, that’s who she’d be.”
“Power Girl,” I say blankly .
“Yeah, you know, Kara Zor-L. She wears the cleavage-bearing white outfit with a red cape. She’s Superman’s cousin from Krypton. At least the Earth-2 Superman. Of course he eventually ceased to exist when-”
“I know who Power Girl is,” I say.
“Ge ntlemen, there’s a lady present,” says Seth. “And she also happens to be topless. So ask yourselves, is this the time to be talking about Crisis on Infinite Earths?”
I see in Chris the wanton desire to believe. “Beth, I think you know your comic stuff,” he says. “So tell me, who’s
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