Falling for Strippers
This hasn’t happened since Blaze. Then again, I haven’t been to a strip bar since living in SoCal. Blaze was leggy redhead that new how to whip her body around and use her lanky legs to tie me up. We had conversations while she lapped danced for me. To spend a little extra time at our table, she would suck on the ice of her drink. My friend and I would visit the club about once every other month. I became very acquainted with Blaze. I even was goofy enough for her to produce a couple poems and paintings. Gadd, I am an idiot. And now there is Sky.