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She was a young blonde, thin, weighing in at around a hundred pounds or so and her height was around five foot four. Several times she'd come around to me at Platinum Paradise Show Club in Centerville to tell me stories. For one thing, she had connections. Mafia kind of connections or at least that's what she wanted me to believe. "No one had better dare screw with me, she told me, or they'd end up hidden away in a body bag."
Once, she wanted a ride to a place in Belleville from the club. She promised to follow me back to the club for drinks although I found out she was only nineteen. "But what the hell", she worked there although it was often difficult to determine whether she was working or not. That just depended upon the night and the time since one of the managers told me she wasn't making the club money since she was only a barfly who worked only now and then. But she was cute although she was full of shit, only nineteen, and far from being the most dependable dancer this club had. Besides, she did follow me back that night. Come to think of it, I brought another dancer in from another club more or less on a date when the blonde asked me for the ride to Belleville. I told the girl I had brought what we were up to. "I don't have a problem with that, she told me, "provided you leave me with ten bucks to hold me over for a couple of drinks."
She was one of the first girls I fucked in the club's hot tub. That was when Nipples was still working at C Mowes before she got on at Platinum Paradise Show Club II in Centerville. I couldn't go into C Mowes in those days because I had been barred for knocking the bouncer down. A year later he stole from the till when Art was doing time for income tax evasion which reestablished me there since the bouncer had proven that he was a bad guy after all, which is why I knocked him down in the first place.
The hot tub was still out in the open where everyone could watch a customer and a girl if they wanted. That night I got drunk and agreed to do a hot tub with her, then bought a rubber or got one from her. Hell, I don't remember--I was drunk.
So there we were, sitting in the hot tub as I removed the swimming trunks underneath the water's surface where no one could see. Then came the biggest challenge as I took out the rubber, laid it on the edge of the hot tub, and looked at it. "Don't put it there," she said. "Everyone's watching us."
"I've never put one of these things on underneath the water," I told her.
"Don't bother. I don't care if you don't care."
I wish I could remember her name, but I can't. But since I'm writing this story I'll just make one up and refer to her as Tracy from now on. The next time we'd do it would be much more memorable since I'd be sober and it would be in a motel room. All I remember from that first night is, we didn't get kicked out of the club, which means we didn't get caught in the act and it all seemed like a lot of good clean fun at the time.
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