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 ï>¿Lunch Special by jessica_tang_vonharper

   A pretty waitress rewards a regular customer

   Archie walked into Jimmy's Steakhouse just before noon and discovered he
was the only lunch customer.  All of the tables were empty.  Liane stood at
the door of the kitchen, and waved to him when she saw him.

   "Hey, Arch!" she called out.  "How's your day?"

   "Good, Liane." He went to his usual booth and sat down.  He was a thin
man in his late thirties, with just the slightest dusting of gray starting
to appear in his dark hair.  Liane didn't know exactly what he did for a
living, but she knew it had something to do with computers.  He was her
favorite regular.

   She picked up the water pitcher and a clean glass and strolled over to
his table.  "How's your day going?" he asked.

   "Oh...  you know." She set the glass in front of him and poured him a
glass of water.

   "Quiet, eh?" He surveyed the empty restaurant.

   "Last day," she said.  "Everyone's given us up for closed already."

   "It's still early.  You'll get more in later."

   She laughed.  "Maybe.  Doesn't really matter at this point, does it?"

   "Guess not." Archie patted the wood table.  "Last day!  What a shame. 
How long is it going to be closed?"

   "A month.  Jimmy wants to reopen it as a strip club the first week of
May.  He thinks he can change it around in a month."

   "But today is your last day?"

   Liane nodded.  "After today, I'm unemployed."

   "Sorry about that.  Jimmy isn't going to give you a job at the strip
club?"

   Liane smiled thinly.  "He's made an offer.  But it's not for me." She
shrugged.  "There are other restaurants.  I'll find someplace else to be a
waitress."

   "I hope you'll let me know where you end up.  I'm going to need a new
place to eat lunch."

   She nodded.  "Sure!  I'll let you know."

   Archie looked wistfully at the interior of the restaurant.  The walls
and ceiling were constructed from polished dark wood, as were the tables
and booths.  The wood seemed to drink in the light, making the restaurant
appear dim despite the open windows.  The floor was covered by a thin green
carpet that had become faded and discolored over the years by spills and
stains.  "It's hard to imagine this place as a strip club.  I think Jimmy's
going to have to change it around quite a bit."

   "He's got plans made up," Liane said.  "I've seen them a few times." She
looked around as well, trying to imagine the interior that she'd always
thought of as old-fashioned and classy suddenly transformed into the
flashing lights and music of a strip club.  "Let's see..." She pointed. 
"The bar will be in the same place, of course.  Over there, on that side of
the room, that's where the stage will be.  That little area to the right,
Jimmy's going to put up a wall to close it off, and that's where the
private dance rooms will be."

   "Private dance rooms?"

   "Yeah.  You know...  for lap dances and stuff." She pointed towards the
kitchen.  "The storage rooms off the kitchen, Jimmy's making those into the
dressing rooms for the girls.  They'll have a door that leads right out
onto the stage.  He'll still need a kitchen, but it'll be a lot smaller."
She turned back to Archie, and her eyes fell on a slant of sunlight
crossing the table from outside.  In a soft voice, almost as if she was
talking to herself, she remarked, "The windows will be boarded over."

   "No windows?"

   "Strip clubs can't have windows." Liane shook her head.  It didn't
matter to her.  She'd be long gone.  "Do you need a menu?  Or you already
know what you want?"

   "Maybe I should look at a menu today.  It's my last chance to order
something and there's so many items on the menu I've never tried.  Maybe I
should get something new."

   "It's up to you," Liane said.  "But if you want my advice, I think you
should get one of your favorites.  Get a Reuben.  You know Jimmy can cook
one of those."

   Archie chuckled.  "Yeah, you're probably right."

   Liane walked over to the hostess station and plucked up a menu.  She
returned and handed it to Archie.  "It's up to you.  I'll give you a
minute, okay?  Anything to drink?"

   "Now for that one, I'm definitely going to go with my usual!"

   Liane grinned.  "One whiskey sour, coming right up." She walked to the
door to the kitchen and pushed it open.

   Jimmy was sitting in the kitchen, watching the Red Sox play on the small
television.  He was a generally thin man except for a slight gut that hung
over his belt when he sat down.  He had short curly hair and the shadow of
an emerging beard on his chin and neck.  He glanced at Liane as she
entered.

   "Looks like you're going to actually have to work today, Jimmy," she
said.  "We have a customer."

   "We do?" He sounded surprised.  He thought for a moment before guessing,
"Archie?"

   "Mm-hmm.  He ordered his whiskey sour."

   "And a Reuben?"

   "He hasn't decided what he wants for lunch yet." Liane leaned against
the wood counter, watching Archie hunt for the whiskey.  The bar had
already been packed up, the alcohol stored in boxes.  "You know, it'd be
easier if you had labelled those boxes with what's in them."

   "I know.  I haven't got around to it yet." He found the bottle he wanted
and pulled it out.  He grinned at Liane, showing the bottle to her

   Liane looked suitably impressed.  "The pricy stuff?"

   "Archie's been a good customer.  I'm going to mix him the best whiskey
sour he's ever had." Archie shrugged.  "Maybe he'll still be one of my
regulars when it reopens."

   "Maybe.  Who knows.  He'll still need to get lunch somewhere, and I
don't think your strip club is going to have much of a menu."

   "We'll have a weekday lunch buffet," Jimmy said.  "Pizza poppers,
taquitos, mini quesadillas.  That kind of stuff."

   Liane smiled and rolled her eyes.  "Yeah.  Like I said, not much of a
menu."

   Jimmy glanced down at the unlabelled boxes.  "You want to come in
tomorrow?  Help me organize things?  Another day of pay?"

   She shook her head.  "Nah, Jimmy.  I want to rest this weekend so I can
start the job search on Monday."

   "You're looking for another waitress gig?"

   "Yeah.  I need to go place to place getting applications, trying to find
out who's hiring.  I know next week is going to be lots of driving and lots
of walking so I just want to kick back this weekend, maybe binge watch
something on Netflix."

   "Well, you know...  you could always take me up on my offer." Jimmy
peeked at her out of the corner of his eye.

   Liane sighed.  "Come on, Jimmy.  Can you really see me as a stripper?"

   "Why not?  You're good with customers and you've got a dynamite body. 
And I told you, I'd only ask you to strip until we hired enough girls. 
Then you're management.  One of the bosses.  I need your help to run the
place, and I know you'd be good at it."

   "Strippers gotta know how to dance.  I've never taken a dance class in
my life."

   "You don't gotta know how to dance!  Just move from side to side, wiggle
your ass, that's all." Jimmy demonstrated with an awkward shimmy which made
Liane laugh.  "The guys watching, they don't care if you can dance or not!
It's not the fucking ballet!  They're just there to have a good time, see
some pretty girls."

   "Yeah, right," Liane said.  "Pretty girls.  That's where I'm out.  I
look like a waitress."

   "You're kidding me, right?  You're freaking gorgeous, Liane!  You'd be
my top draw.  Guys would come in just to see you.  Hell, they do now."

   Liane laughed.  "I don't think so.  But thanks."

   Jimmy finished mixing the drink and pushed it across the counter towards
her.  "Who's out there?  Just Archie?"

   "I think so.  Unless someone else has come in since I've been back
here."

   Jimmy nodded.  "Let's try an experiment." He reached for the collar of
her shirt.  Liane looked down, confused, and saw that his fingers were
deftly undoing her buttons.

   "What are you doing?" she asked nervously as he worked his way down the
front of her shirt.  "What experiment?"

   Having finished with her buttons, Jimmy pulled her shirt open.  Liane
wore a black bra underneath.  She liked how the dark color would sometimes
show through the thin fabric of her white shirt.  She had her shirt tucked
into her skirt, and Jimmy carefully pulled it free.  "I want you to give it
a try," he said.  "See what it feels like."

   "Give what a try?"

   "Turn around," Jimmy ordered, and Liane turned so that her back was
towards him.  Jimmy pulled her shirt off her shoulders and down her arms.
"When you bring Archie his drink," Jimmy said.  "I want you to try doing it
without any clothes on."

   "Without any clothes on?" Liane was shocked.  "What in the world are you
talking about, Jimmy?  You can't mean that you want me to go out there
naked?"

   "Sure, why not?  You said it's just Archie out there, right?  He's the
only one in the room.  And isn't he your buddy?"

   "He's going to think I've lost my mind if he sees me coming out there
without any clothes on!"

   "No, he won't." Jimmy's voice was calm and reassuring.  "He'll think
that his dreams are coming true, is what he'll think.  That man's been
carrying a torch for you for months."

   "Oh, that's not true!"

   "It's not true?  He's been coming here every day for lunch for close to
a year.  Trust me, I'm not THAT good a cook." Jimmy shook his head while he
undid the clasp at the back of Liane's bra.  "He always sits in your
section, and if you're not there, he asks about you.  Has he asked where
you're going to work after this?"

   "I told him I don't know where I'll be working..."

   "Aha!" Jimmy nodded triumphantly.  "So he did ask!"

   "That doesn't mean anything!" Liane realized that her bra was now gone,
swiped by Jimmy, and now he was in the process of unzipping her skirt.  He
already had her half naked, and now he was working on the other half. 
Liane held her arm over her breasts.  "It doesn't matter anyway!  So what
if he does come here to see me?  That doesn't mean I want him to see me
naked!"

   "Just explain to him what you're doing," Jimmy said.  "Tell him you're
trying to decide if you want to accept my offer to work at the strip club.
Archie will have no problem with it, I promise you." Jimmy pushed her skirt
over her hips until it slid down her legs to the floor.

   Liane turned, still holding her arm over her breasts.  She had a white
apron tied around her waist, which helped to hide the fact that she had
nothing else on below the waist except for her lacy black panties and a
pair of black kitten heels.  "I'm telling you, Jimmy!" She met his eyes,
trying to convey how serious she was.  "I'm really not the type to take a
job as a stripper for your new club!  I'm really not!"

   Jimmy just shook his head.  "I'm not going to believe you until you've
at least given this a try." He held out his hand.  "Panties."

   "Jimmy..."

   "Panties."

   Liane bit her lip.  She reached down and reluctantly pushed her panties
down her legs.  She scooped them off the floor and placed them in Jimmy's
waiting hand.

   "Great," he said.  "Now I think you have a customer waiting for his
drink?" Jimmy pointed to the door.

   "I can't believe I'm about to do this," Liane said.  She dropped her arm
away from her breasts and picked up Archie's whiskey sour.  When she looked
at Jimmy, he was gazing at her chest and nodding in appreciation.

   "This is what I'm talking about!" he said.  "Women pay thousands of
dollars trying to get tits like those.  And they still can't get 'em. 
Perky as the sunshine and soft as a daydream."

   "You're gonna make me blush," Liane said, and she wondered if she wasn't
already blushing.

   "It's the truth," he said.  "You're a natural ten, Liane."

   "Oh, please." Liane stood for a moment in front of the door, gathering
her nerve.  She felt like she was about to dive into a cold swimming pool.
What would Archie think when he saw her?  Liane could feel herself shaking.
How could she possibly be a stripper when she felt such anxiety at the
thought of being naked in front of someone?

   On three, she told herself.  One.  Two.  Three.  She pushed open the
door and stepped through.

   A quick survey of the room showed that, thankfully, Archie was still the
only one there.  She watched him with trepidation; he was looking out the
window, and it took a second before he glanced her way.  His eyes instantly
opened wide and his head went back on his neck as if he'd just received a
jolt.  He gaped at her.

   That was the hardest moment.  Liane felt like fleeing back into the
kitchen.  She felt so exposed, so vulnerable.  She shifted her hips side to
side, fighting the urge to press her arms over her breasts.  Instead she
forced herself to smile and took a step towards him.  Step by step, she
approached his table, the ice in his whiskey sour tinkling against the
glass.

   "Wow," Archie said.

   She could see his eyes pointed at her breasts.  The only thing she could
think to do was to pretend like nothing was amiss.  Silly under the
circumstances, but she walked up and set the glass in front of him.  "One
whiskey sour!" she said.  "Have you decided what else you want, or do you
need more time?"

   "I might need more time..." he croaked.  "My god, Liane...  what are you
doing?"

   Now she knew she was blushing.  She could feel the heat on her cheeks.
Waving at her naked top half, she said, "Jimmy asked if I would ever want a
job stripping at his new club.  I've never been a stripper...  and I wasn't
sure how I would feel being naked in front of a customer, you know?  So I'm
giving it a try." Timidly, she asked, "Is it okay, if you're the customer I
try this out on?"

   "Uh...  yeah," Archie whispered.  "Yeah, it's okay.  I mean...  it's
fine." Archie looked down at her white apron, which tied around her waist
and came down to her knees.  It had a pocket where her notepad usually went
and another pocket for straws.  "So you don't have anything on under that
apron?"

   Liane giggled nervously.  "Nope." Feeling she had to prove it to him,
she quickly flipped the front of the apron to the side, letting him have a
glimpse of the top of her long legs and her small strip of pubic hair. 
After giving him a second to confirm that, indeed, she wore nothing under
the apron, she dropped the white fabric back into place.

   "Wow..." Archie stared at the apron, as if hoping she would pull it away
again, or maybe just thinking about what he had just seen.

   "So...  do you know what you want?" Liane asked.

   Archie chuckled.  "You know...  I've heard you ask that a hundred times,
but it has a little different tone when you're standing there with no
clothes on."

   "Oh gosh!" Liane looked to the side, embarrassed.  "You're so right.  I
didn't think of that."

   "I mean...  I know what you meant, it's just..."

   She waved her hand.  "Yeah, yeah, I know." She giggled.  Striking a pose
with her hip jutting to the side and adopting an overly serious expression,
she gestured towards her breasts.  "Are you interested in learning more
about our specials?" she asked archly.

   Archie laughed.  "Wow!  That's pretty good!  I'm sold.  I don't need to
hear them, just give me one of each."

   Liane giggled.  She adopted another pose, this time standing with her
legs together and her hands behind her back.  "Hello, sir," she chirped
innocently.  "Would you like coffee, tea...  or me?"

   "Definitely you!" Archie grinned.  "Damn, Liane.  Maybe you should take
that strip club job after all.  You're a natural.  You seem very
comfortable like that."

   "No..." Liane dropped her eyes demurely.  "I'm just playing around."

   Archie nodded towards her apron.  "Will you do a little spin?"

   "Why?"

   "I want to see what you look like from behind."

   Liane did as he asked, slowly spinning in place.  When her back was to
him, she peeked down over her shoulder, trying to see herself.  "The apron
doesn't cover me back there, does it?"

   "No," he said.  "You're pretty much bare-assed.  You need a bigger
apron."

   She turned back around to face him.  "I'll just walk backwards so you
can't see."

   "No, don't do that," he said.  "You have a great ass.  I don't mind
getting a glimpse of it when you're walking away."

   "Oh, please." Liane giggled but she felt flattered.  "So have you
figured out what you want?" When Archie started laughing again, Liane
rolled her eyes and slapped him on the shoulder.  "Oh, quiet!  You know
what I mean!  What am I supposed to say?  Anything I say is going to sound
dirty!"

   "No, no," Archie said.  "I'm sorry.  Go ahead, ask your question.  I
won't laugh."

   "Okay," Liane said.  "Tell me what you want."

   Archie grinned slyly.  "I want you to lift that apron again."

   "Oh gosh!" She slapped him on the shoulder again.  "I mean, what's your
fricking lunch order?" But then she smiled at him playfully and reached
down to slowly pull the apron up past her waist.  This time, she held the
apron in place, patiently letting him take a long look at her exposed
pussy.

   The gaze he aimed between her legs was definitely interested, and it
occurred to her that she was teasing him more than a little.  Besides that,
she couldn't deny that her body was responding to her act of salacious
exposure, and a sensation of tingling excitement grew inside her.  The
thought snuck into her mind that he might casually reach down and run his
finger across the outside of her pussy, and the excitement within her
abruptly surged like a campfire doused in kerosene.  She quickly let the
apron drop, hoping that he wouldn't notice the increase in her agitation.

   "So, have you decided?" she asked quickly.  "I mean, for lunch?" Her
thighs rubbed together under the apron, and she could feel wetness between
them.  Time to retreat back into the kitchen and get her clothes back on.
She wished she had her note pad, just so she could have a prop that would
keep her hands occupied.

   "Yeah," Archie said.  "I'll go with a Reuben after all."

   Liane smiled weakly.  "There you go.  I'll go get Jimmy cooking."

   "Are you still going to be doing your stripper try-out when you come
back?" Archie tried to keep his voice neutral, as if he was good either
way, but Liane had no doubt which answer he hoped for.  It reminded her
that he was going to be staring at her naked ass when she walked away.

   "We'll see," she replied, although she really had no intention of
returning without her clothes on.  She had obliged Jimmy and experimented
with being naked in front of a customer, and now she could tell Jimmy an
emphatic NO, she would NOT be accepting his job to work at the strip club.
Clearly, she didn't have the mindset of a stripper; she felt way too
self-conscious.

   She lingered a moment longer.  "You haven't tried your drink?"

   Archie chuckled.  "Too distracted.  I forgot I even had a drink."

   "You should try it," she said.  "Jimmy made it special for you.  He used
our most expensive bottle."

   "Really?" Archie picked up his drink and took a sip.  He nodded in
appreciation.  "Wow.  That's really good."

   "Our way of saying thanks for being such a good customer," Liane said
cheerfully.

   Archie chuckled again.  "It's been my pleasure.  This place has been
great."

   Liane considered how little she was wearing, and reflected that her
nudity was another way they were thanking Archie for being one of their
best customers.  She didn't think she would have consented to being nude in
front of any other customer but him.  He had always been nice to her;
always available for a chat, or to listen to her sympathetically if she was
having a bad day.

   On impulse, she started to untie her apron strings.  "What are you up to
now?" Archie asked, but she didn't bother answering.  She pulled the
strings from where they looped around her waist and tugged the apron free
from her body, removing the last thing covering her.  Now he had an
unobstructed view of her pussy, and she let him have a long look while she
took her time folding the apron.  She set the apron on the table behind
her.

   Standing completely naked in front of him, with her arms behind her
back, Liane grinned.  "Like I said.  Thanks for being such a good
customer." She gave him a couple more seconds to admire her body, then she
turned and darted back towards the kitchen door.

   Jimmy stood by the grill, his attention again on the baseball game.  He
looked at Liane as she came through the door.  "Where's your apron?"

   "Jimmy," she said, "I tried it out, just like you asked, and it's like I
thought.  I can't take the job.  I'm no stripper."

   The disappointment was clear on his face.  "Really?  Are you sure?" He
gestured at her.  "Because you look sexy as hell right now..."

   "I'm sure," she said.  "It's just not for me."

   "All right." He sighed.  "I was really hoping to have you with me on
this strip club thing.  But if that's your decision..."

   "It is." She looked around.  "Where's my clothes?  I want to get
dressed."

   "I put them in the office.  Here, I'll go get them right now." He
gestured to a plate on the counter, and Liane was surprised to see a
freshly-made Reuben sandwich and fries.  "You want to take that to Archie
in the meantime?"

   "But I didn't put the order in yet!" Liane said.  "How did you know he'd
get the Reuben?"

   "He almost always gets the Reuben," Jimmy said.  "Figured I'd go ahead
and make it."

   Liane picked up the plate.  She knew she could wait for Jimmy to return
with her clothes, but the sandwich was already starting to cool.  It
wouldn't take long to run it out to Archie.

   Apparently, Archie would be seeing her naked one more time.

   Liane pushed open the door to the dining area and stepped out.  She
brought the sandwich to Archie's table and set it down.

   "Wow, that was quick!" he said.

   "Jimmy already had it made," she said.  "He had a good idea what you
would order, I guess."

   "He's probably bored back there." Archie took a small bite of a French
fry.  "What's he doing back there, anyway?"

   "Well," Liane said, "right now he's finding my clothes so I can get
dressed again."

   "Oh?  So you're done with this?"

   "Yeah...  I told him this just isn't for me.  I don't think I can be a
stripper.  I get too..." She stopped, licking her lips anxiously.

   "What?" he prompted her.  "You're not comfortable like this?"

   "No, I'm not." She looked down at her body, then admitted in a rush, "I
think...  I think I connect this too much with sex.  With having sex.  You
know?  If I'm naked like this...  when I've been naked like this, in front
of a man...  it's always because we're about to have sex, you know?  I
think I have too much of an association, in my mind..."

   "And you think that would make it too hard to be a stripper?"

   "Well, yeah!  Because it's supposed to be just a job.  It's just a job
for those girls.  They're not supposed to get this turned on..." She
stopped talking and glanced at him, embarrassed that she had just admitted
to being turned on.

   His voice was soothing.  "I don't think it's a bad thing.  Actually, I
think it's probably a great quality to have if you're a stripper. 
Shouldn't your job turn you on, in one way or another, no matter what your
job is?"

   "I don't know." Liane felt like she was blushing.

   "You said Jimmy would have private dance rooms.  Tell me more about
those."

   "Oh, you might have to ask Jimmy what those are about," Liane said,
happy for a change of subject.  "I don't know all the details.  Just that
the rooms will be over there, and men will be able to pay for some
privacy...  like if they want a lap dance..."

   "Lap dance?  Like the stripper dances in their lap?"

   "I guess?  Or just sits there.  I don't know." She shrugged.  "I guess
it's between the two of them, the stripper and the customer, what she
does." Liane froze.  Out the window, she could see a man crossing in front
of the parking lot, walking along the sidewalk.

   Archie followed her stare.  "He's not looking."

   "No..." she said.  "The windows are hard to see through when the sun is
on them.  Still...  it feels weird...  to be standing here, with the window
right there..."

   "No one can see in."

   "I don't think they can..." Now she wasn't so sure.

   "Well, he's just walking by.  He's not even looking.  And right now, my
car is the only car in the parking lot.  No one's out there, no one's
coming in."

   "Right." Liane swayed anxiously.  "So...  about the lap dancing... 
yeah, I don't even know how a stripper is supposed to dance in someone's
lap.  Maybe it just means that she's close up, like dancing right in front
of him?  Or maybe she's not really dancing, just kind of rubbing against
him..." She pursed her lips.  "Are you just playing with me, that you don't
know about lap dances?  Have you ever had one?  Tell me honestly."

   Archie shook his head.  "Never had one.  I've never even been in a strip
club before."

   "No?"

   "No.  It's not the kind of place I'd go to by myself...  and the friends
I have aren't the kind to suggest an expedition to a strip club."

   "Why wouldn't you go by yourself?" Liane wanted to know.

   Archie shrugged.  "I suppose the thought of it is kind of intimidating.
To be sitting there alone, with a woman I don't know standing naked right
in front of me.  I wouldn't know what to say to her"

   Liane's mouth twitched at the corner.  "But you know me," she said
softly, "and I'm standing naked in front of you right now."

   Archie nodded.  "Liane, if you decided to work at Jimmy's strip club,
I'd definitely be a customer."

   "Really..." She could feel herself swaying from side to side, as if she
was trying to hypnotize him with her slow movements.  "Would you take me in
the private dance rooms for lap dances?"

   "I don't know," he said.  "You haven't done a very good job of
explaining what happens during a lap dance."

   "That's because I don't know," she said.  "Not for sure.  But I don't
think it's hard to guess." Liane tried to imagine herself with Archie in
one of the private rooms, doing a private dance for him.  Naked, but of
course, she didn't have to imagine that part.  The music would play and she
would move her body seductively in front of him, close enough for him to
reach out and touch her skin.

   Liane realized that she was moving her body in real life to match the
dance that she pictured in her mind.  Archie was watching her and smiling,
amused by her sinuous back and forth movement.  Liane felt silly, dancing
with no music, but she didn't stop.

   Archie shifted closer to the window.  He patted the seat next to him. 
"Why don't you sit down for a minute?" he suggested.

   She was still dancing.  "You want me to sit?"

   "Yeah.  I want to ask you something."

   Liane slipped into the booth next to him.  She met Archie's eyes,
waiting expectantly.

   "So let's say I ask you to go into the private dance room, and you say
yes," he said.

   "Uh huh."

   "And so we go in, and we're in a room, all by ourselves?"

   "Uh huh.  Private."

   Archie casually reached out and pressed his hand against her right
breast.  "Am I allowed to touch you like this?" he asked.

   Liane looked down at his hand as he gently squeezed her breast.  "I
don't know," she said softly.  "Um...  I think it's probably not allowed."
His fingers found her nipple, stroking the hard point.  "But it's a private
room..." She closed her eyes, squirming against the seat as Archie leaned
over and sucked her nipple into his mouth.  "No one else is there...  we're
all alone...  so if I don't stop you...  who will?"

   "That's a good point," Archie said.  Now he reached between her legs and
pressed his hand against her pussy.  "What about this?  Is this allowed?"

   "Ohh!" Liane leaned against his shoulder, opening her legs wider.  "I
keep telling you, I don't know!" she gasped as his finger pushed inside
her. "Ohh!  Why ask me?  I really don't know!"

   "I think it's the same answer you gave a minute ago." Archie moved his
finger in and out of her wet pussy.  "Maybe it's not technically allowed...
but really, it's up to you and me, isn't it?"

   Liane stretched towards him and kissed his mouth, letting her legs splay
apart so that his hand could move freely between them.  His fingers
penetrated her wetness, making her moan, and the pleasure he gave her
between her legs manifested itself in the hunger of her kisses.  She lifted
her left foot, bending her leg to the side and setting her foot on the
bench, as if urging him to probe deeper inside her.

   "You really are so turned on, aren't you," he murmured, a note of awe in
his voice, his fingers drowning in her wetness.  Her body was astonishingly
receptive to his manipulations.  His index finger found her clitoris and
toyed with it, causing her to shudder and mewl like a kitten.

   She pressed against his side.  "I can't do this!  I can't be a stripper!
Ohhh!  Strippers aren't supposed to get like this!" She let her hand fall
into his lap.  "Oh!  You, too!" Her fingers traced the front of his pants,
feeling the enormous shape that fought to get free.  She had no idea that
Archie was so big down there.

   "Would I be allowed to take it out?" he asked.  "In the private room?"

   Liane had a wild look in her eyes as she looked down into his lap.  She
couldn't let herself speak the first answer that came to her mind, although
the need showing on her face spoke it clearly.  Instead, she said, "Dance!"
She looked up at him.  "I'm supposed to dance for you!"

   "You don't have to..." he started to say, but she was already pulling
away from him.  She scrambled out of the seat and stood up and turned to
face him.

   "Come on..." she breathed.  "It's a lap dance." She held her hand out.
When he took it, she pulled him forward, showing him that he was supposed
to sit at the end of the bench.  Once he was in place, she commenced with
her dancing, swaying from side to side in front of him.

   She barely managed to dance at all, lasting only to the point where she
tried to sit in his lap.  Once her backside touched the shape of his cock
pressing against the front of his pants, it became less about dancing and
more about rubbing against him.  She wiggled around on top of him, as if
she was trying to feel out the exact dimensions of his cock using only her
ass.

   He touched her freely as she danced, stroking her breasts, pinching her
nipples, running his hand up and down the line of her ass.  Breathlessly,
she finally crouched down in front of him and undid the front of his pants,
as if she was tired of guessing and had to know what his cock really looked
like.  Extracting the long, swollen thing, she held it in her hand for a
moment, marveling at its size, then after stroking it a few times, she
returned to her lap dance.  This time, when she rubbed against him, his
cock nestled perfectly in the crevice of her ass and she slid up and down
against it.

   She rose up high above him, and just before she came down, Archie moved
his cock forward ever so slightly.  As she dropped, the mouth of her pussy
landed squarely on the head of his cock, and Liane didn't hesitate, sinking
down onto his rigid shaft with a gasp.  She moved up and down on him while
he cupped her breasts from behind.

   "Is this allowed?" he asked through ragged breaths.  "Fucking you like
this?"

   "Why do you keep asking me?" she moaned.  "I don't know!  I don't know
anything!" She rose off of his cock, but only long enough to turn around
and straddle him.  Her breasts were right in front of his face, and he
sucked on her nipples as she bounced on his cock.  Her body tensed in an
orgasm, her legs tightening around him as she gasped for breath.

   After her orgasm, she fell against him, but now, with a strength she
hadn't suspected he possessed, Archie put his hands under her ass and
lifted her up.  He sat her down on the edge of the table, just a few feet
from his untouched Reuben sandwich.  Liane wrapped her legs around Archie's
waist, leaning back onto her elbows as now he took control.  His hands
gripped her hips tightly and his cock plunged deep between her legs.  She
could feel her body wanting to slide back and forth on the smooth table as
he fucked her furiously.

   Her body trembled with a second orgasm, waves of pleasure spreading
through her limbs, and for a moment, she felt like her whole being was
wrapped around the thick shaft of Archie's cock.  She felt like every
thrust he made into her caused a ripple through her body, a ripple that
went through every part of her and then splashed back to meet his next
thrust.  He was filling her completely, her pussy clutching him greedily,
squeezing him tightly.

   He pulled free, and instinctively she sat up, supporting herself with
her left arm.  His cock looked enormous, swollen and throbbing, jutting
towards her torso.  Suddenly, it quivered and a spurt of cum splashed
between her breasts.  She watched as line after line of cum shot out of
Archie's cock and onto her body.

   When he was done, Liane looked down and giggled.  "Oh my!  What a mess."
She reached over and grabbed her apron from where she'd left it.  She
mopped his cum off of her front, then used a clean corner of the apron to
wipe off a final drop from the tip of his cock.

   Climbing to her feet, Liane paused to stretch up and give Archie a long
kiss.  "That was a surprise, huh?" she giggled.  "What a way to remember
the last day of this place."

   "I'll say," he said.  "You're incredible, Liane."

   "Thanks." She smiled.  "If you don't mind, I think I better head back to
the kitchen and put my clothes back on."

   "Now?" He nodded to his left.  "You have customers waiting."

   Liane's eyes widened.  She looked in the direction he had indicated and
saw two men waiting at a table.  Firemen, judging by their blue uniforms.
They were both watching her with undisguised interest.

   "How long have they been there?" Liane asked in a whisper.

   "I don't know," said Archie.  "Long enough."

   "Oh my." Liane bit her lip, knowing that the two men must have had quite
a show.  Now she was standing naked in front of them, and she realized she
was still quite aroused.  Swaying on unsteady legs, she walked over to the
hostess station and grabbed two menus.

   ***

   Jimmy looked up from the baseball game when Liane walked back into the
kitchen.  "You were out there a long time," he said.  He peered at her. 
"You okay?  You look all sweaty."

   "Yeah, I'm fine," Liane answered quickly, nervously running her fingers
through her hair.  "Um...  some other customers came in.  They had some
questions about the menu." She smiled distantly.  "They wanted to know if
they could have the same thing Archie was having."

   "Oh, okay.  So I'm making a couple more Reubens?" Jimmy stood and walked
towards the grill.

   "Um...no.  One cheeseburger.  And one country-fried steak.  Two
coffees."

   "Oh?" Jimmy looked puzzled for a moment, but then shrugged.  "All right.
I'll get to work." He pointed to a chair in the corner.  "Your clothes are
on the chair there."

   "Thanks," Liane said.  "Jimmy...  I've changed my mind.  I think I do
want the job working here."

   "You do?  That's great, Liane!  I'm glad to have you with me for this
strip club thing." He motioned to her body.  "Like I said, I'll only need
you as a stripper until I hire enough girls.  Maybe a month, maybe two. 
After that, you're management.  We'll run this place together."

   "Sounds great, Jimmy."

   "So what changed your mind?  I thought you were pretty sure you didn't
want the job."

   "Well..." Liane glanced towards the door to the dining area.  "Archie
convinced me I might actually enjoy it." She walked to her pile of clothes
and tugged the panties out from close to the bottom of the pile.  "Also..."
she added in a quieter voice, as she started to dress, "I think I'll make
pretty good money in the private rooms."

   Jimmy grinned.  "You think Archie will be a regular customer?"

   Liane didn't answer for a moment, smiling to herself as she fastened her
bra.  "He will be," she said in a soft voice.  "You know him.  He likes to
have the same thing every day."