Thread: A Little Brandi

Now on center stage, the lacklustre voice came over the cracking loudspeakers, Brandi! The thumping beats started as he sat at the table, pushing the little round glasses back up his nose he watched her as she came out on the stage. Long, lean legs that extended from the wide school girl skirt, the tight white top that was unbuttoned down to expose most of her large, firm breasts and black, lace-trimmed bra. Curly blonde hair fell down to her slim shoulders, the arms and legs moving to the beat of a song he barely recognized. Most of the music they played in the strip bar was pedestrian at best, mindless beats for stripping at the worst. Smiling as he sipped the over-priced whiskey he thought how the school girl choice in costume was expected, but probably the best his dear Brandi could do. As the top came off and she wiggled across the stage, her bra containing the large, breast implants and the skirt flowing wide as Brandi moved her hips out. He could see the black thong underneath for just a moment, enough to be interested. Taking another sip, he was already interested though. Brandi, such a stripper name, like Sienne or any of those other names that no one since Hippie Communes were in vogue would give their children. Her figure was flawless, the way she grabbed the pole on the stage was worthy of his attention, sadly her face was not the most attractive. He had speculated that was why she danced before 900pm every night, she was not a money-maker, so she would skip out for 15 minutes until 920pm for a cigarette then come back to work a waitress shift. The skirt came off and he saw her ass move across the spotlights, slowly as Brandi bent over and wiggled the peach-shaped ass to the beat. Was it another song or still the same? He never knew. He only knew her. Brandi. His Brandi. He had marked her with the blowjob last week, between shifts she had accepted 100 for a blow job in the back of his car, allowing him to cop a feel. A pretense really. He wanted to check her to see if he truly desired her, his affections were pure. That he knew. Purer than the whiskey before him. Looking down he smoothed out the napkin under the glass, then picked a piece of lint off the dark coat he wore. Shifting his body slightly to feel the cigarette case within. He had some cigarettes in there, one was dosed. It was that one he intended to give to her during her break. Offering her one while she was outside smoking alone, he had talked to her already so her suspicions would be allayed when she saw him. Once the smoked the cigarette she would be his. All his. His Brandi. Smiling he drank the rest of the whiskey as the bra and panties found their way on the stage. One or two of the drunks near the stage had dropped some dollars onto the stage. Brandi squatted and flashed before them in gratitude, or desperation. She was better than this. She had to be, if he was interested in her. Smoothing his sleeves out as he stood noted the time, he had 10 minutes to get outside and prepare for her. Then, she would be his. All his. His hearts desire that would grant him all the pleasure he wanted, but only for him. He spoke silently to himself, say good-bye to all Brandi, this is the last time you will need to degrade yourself on this stage. I will treat you well, and in return you will treat me. To everything.