Enter the Bar

When Lara entered the bar a heavy air of cigar smoke filled her nostrils, Latin music played softly in the background. The bar was filled with men coming from a long hard day at work to relax with a drink and their buddies, play some cards or maybe just have a nice talk.
There was an oddball here and there like a guy or two dressed in a suit which did not really belong in this kind of setting, but that was certainly not what she came for.

Yet what caught her attention the most was not the men nor the vibe the bar gave off but rather the few Latin female dancers on the stage, pretty much devoid of any clothing save for their thong lace panties. Lara immediately knew what kind of bar she had found herself in but to her surprise wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest, if anything she wondered to herself how it must’ve felt to those girls getting all that attention all to themselves.

Before long Lara had found herself sitting at a table marvelling at the performance, while occasional stares were thrown towards her from the men who wondered what a pretty lady like herself was doing in a joint occupied by mostly men. Yet none of them seemed to linger too long, diverting their attention back to the Dancers.

The music stopped but the silence was soon replaced by a different song accompanied by loud cheering as a new batch of dancers entered the stage fully clothed only to get out of it pretty soon.
The bartender, a man in his early twenties with slicked back hair and smoothly shaved face blessed with an athletic body approached her table.

He uttered something in Portuguese but due to the loud cheering and the music Lara had a hard time understanding any of it. She replied accordingly with a simple shrug and shaking of her head from left to right, prompting the man to repeat what he just said in English as he took that as her not speaking Portuguese.

‘’What can I get you to drink?’’ The Bartender asked Lara in his best English with a thick accent.

Lara understood him this time and leaned back against her chair as her full breasts appeared more pronounced now more than ever. The man looked at her with a smile acknowledging he had noticed to which Lara replied with her own devilish grin of her own. She leaned forward resting her elbows on the table and looked at the bartender as if he was the new toy she was dying to try out.

‘’I’m looking for a man named Enrique, I was told this was the place to find him.’’ Lara explained.

‘’Lots of Enrique in here Senhora! Can you be more specific?’’ The bartender asked in return.

‘’The one that might know Ortega’s whereabouts.’’ Lara replied

A few heads turned towards Lara when she mentioned Ortega but only for a brief moment before they went about their usual business again. The bartender gave her a smile with a nod and left disappearing behind a red curtain next to the stage.

In the meanwhile Lara resumed her observance of the less and less clothed dancers but she couldn’t help but feel it was a pity they only went as far as their undies and no further, in the end she guessed that was what put the ‘’tease’’ in striptease.

The bartender returned after a few minutes a glass of mojito in his hand as he put it in front of a surprised Lara.

‘’But I didn’t orde…’’Lara replied before being cut off by the bartender.

‘’It’s from gentleman over there.’’ He replied as he pointed towards a rather well dressed man with a black hat and sunglasses.

Lara turned towards the man and raised the glass nodding in gratitude as she brought it closer to her mouth and gently took a sip. They’ve had eye contact for a bit before resuming with whatever they were doing prior to that, in Lara’s case her attention reverted back to the bartender.
‘’So do I get to meet this Enrique?’’ Lara asked the bartender.

‘’He had some business to take care of, but he’ll be back in an hour. You can come back later if you want.’’ The bartender explained.

‘’That’s ok, I’ll wait.’’ Lara replied figuring it was probably the best way to go about it, besides she was starting to get somewhat intrigued if not mildly aroused by the show that was playing out before her.

Lara enjoyed the show for only but a few more minutes before the music toned down a notch and the two ladies stepped off the stage, sitting themselves at a separate table each. They did nothing more than keep the well-dressed men company, there was no touching involved whatsoever. The men were all sitting at the same corner of the bar net to the stage but spread across 3 tables.

It all seemed like innocent chatter and a more than a few laughs were exchanged but yet again Lara found herself disappointed. Secretly she had hoped the girls would be all over the men undressing them and doing even more, it was a feeling she could not quite explain.

Lara grew restless by the minute staring at her watch as the seconds seem to take forever, a sense of boredom came over her and she felt the need to change that. Her ever lingering arousal that was still present from the show materialized images of less than decent behaviour inside her head.

Lara looked at the bartender, their eyes locked and she quietly motioned him over to her. The music had quieted down quite a bit and the chatter was now more apparent than ever. It all sounded like a garbled mess of incoherent nonsense, she could not make out any of it save for a few words here and there.

The bartender had made his way to the table and politely asked her how he could help her this time, she smiled back at him slightly blushing from the idea of what she was about to do.

‘’Can I ask something?’’ She asked almost shyly.

‘’Uhm…yeah sure! Why wouldn’t you be able to?’’ Bartender answered Lara with a playful smile.

‘’Well for starters what is your name, or should I keep calling you bartender?’’ Lara asked with a devilish smile.

‘’Esteban Senhora! And yours, if you don’t mind?’’ He replied while asking Lara for her name.

‘’Lara!’’ She replied.

‘’So how can I be of service this time Lara, another mojito maybe?’’ Esteban asked, now a bit more confident in his words as they at least have gotten a proper introduction now.

‘’Are there any more girls coming on the stage tonight?’’ She asked him as she leaned her chin against her hand.

‘’No but you can return tomorrow, more girls then.’’ Esteban replied wondering to himself what she was getting at. A voyeuristic pleasure or was there somehow more to it!?

‘’Can someone else who is willing to go on stage, get on there and do their thing?’’ Lara bit her lip and stared seductively at Esteban.

‘’Oh no sorry, we don’t do amateur nights.’’ Esteban replied with a disappointed look on his face that he just possibly turned her down in favour of the bar’s policy.

‘’Aw and I was so looking forward to have some fun and kill the boredom that is hanging around this place.’’ Lara replied now even more seductively, holding Esteban’s hand while looking at him with hungry eyes.

‘’We wouldn’t be able to pay you.’’ Esteban replied

‘’I am not in it for the money’’ Lara replied as her tongue slid along her teeth.
Esteban’s disappointment completely vanished at this new revelation as he wondered what she had in store for them, though almost certain that this would get him in trouble with Enrique he was still willing to take his chances.

Lara was left waiting in anticipation as Esteban once again disappeared behind the very same curtain as before, a few moments later a man came on the stage who introduced himself as Manuel. Manuel spoke English fluently and was addressing the audience explaining that they had a special surprise for tonight a new act, Lara had a pretty good idea what it was.

Manuel addressing the audience in English hinted that at least a few of the men were foreigners, Lara listened as he explained about this hot new girl called Laura which he pronounced in a more Spanish way ‘’Lah-oo-rah’’ instead of ‘’Law-Rah’’. It didn’t really matter though as regardless what the correct pronunciation was it was still not her name.

He continued to talk a bit about her name comparing it with the song ’’Laura’’ by Eric Clapton before realizing his mistake and correcting himself that the song’s name was ’’Layla’’ and ’’Laura’’ was sang by Frank Sinatra instead. He managed to get a few laughs from the audience for his obvious blunder, including Lara herself who found it quite amusing.

After a few more laughs and the audience starting to get a bit restless by now, Manuel extended his hand towards Lara’s table and invited her to come to the stage. All eyes were now focused on her.
Every man was smiling at the pleasant surprise of who this mysterious Laura turned out to be. Lara’s heart raced like crazy and she couldn’t help but wonder if she wasn’t a bit rash about her decision.

She got up gently swaying her hips from left to right as she made her way past the tables, ever so often hands caressing her soft round bum which she didn’t seem to mind at this moment. One could even go as far as to say she even somewhat enjoyed this attention.

A song started playing and it sounded very familiar but she couldn’t quite remember where she had heard it, it had a very stoner rock vibe with a slight touch of Latin to it and she couldn’t stop her hips from moving to the rhythm.

Lara firmly grabbed the pole and hugged her body against it as she seductively looked at the enamoured audience of several horny men. Her tongue almost touched the pole as she licked the air without ever making contact with it, something one could consider the ultimate tease.
She grabbed the pole firmly once again and she let her upper body hang back as far as she could while she spun herself around the pole.

Lara reached for her top as she gently released her grip from the pole, at that point it dawned on her where she had heard that song and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought. The song was ‘’After Dark’’, the very same song Satanico Pandemonium, Salma Hayek’s character danced to in ‘’From dusk till dawn’’.

This got her even more excited and crossed her arms grabbing both ends of her top with each hand and slowly pulling it up while still gyrating her hips. The top slowly came off revealing her full luscious breasts covered only by a very small bikini top, it was basically a triangle of black held together by two thin pieces of material covering just about her nipples.

Lara tossed her top carefully to the side, her hands making their way down to her short shorts. The buttons on her shorts slowly popped out as her fingers gently unbuttoned them one by one.
Her breath shivered as she felt somewhat nervous but she was driven by pure lust by now, there was no way she could stop now. A few times her shorts had slid a bit down only for her to pull them back up again but eventually they hit her ankles, once her feet had freed themselves off the shorts she kicked it gently to the side.

By now Lara was only sporting the small bikini top and even tinier v strings with only two thin gold coated strings on her lower back and an even tinier lace slid between her ass cheeks. In front was only a small v shaped piece covering just about enough of her naughty bits, which anybody could tell were smoothly shaved.

Lara turned her back to the audience all the while shaking her fully shaped and athletic bum, she turned her head slightly back and looked once again seductively at the audience. Her hands reached back and her bikini top was undone just like that, sliding down her shoulders as she caught it and placed her left arm against her breasts.

She turned back to the audience while still keeping her hand bra on and moving her hips to the beat, she swung the bikini around and flung it into the audience as a lucky guy caught it while the others looked on, disappointed at the missed opportunity.

Lara hugged the pole again as it disappeared between her breasts, she squeezed them together with the cold steel still between her warm soft breasts and gently slid down to her knees and back up again.
Again she spun around and her big breasts swayed as she did prompting some heavy cheering and groaning from the audience.
She grabbed the pole with both hands and leaned back again, but this time her lower body that much closer to the pole. Her hips moved rhythmically as she made pelvic thrusts, riding the pole like a cowgirl does a horse.

Lara was covered in sweat by now which made her look even more appealing to the audience than she was before, she would lie down on the floor on her stomach and raise her lower body slowly pushing herself off the ground.
Rhythmic thrusts of her lower half gave the impression that she was getting slammed by some stud, while the ever seductive look in her eyes and the soft moans made it seem as though she was making love to the entire audience at the same time.

She stood up once again facing the audience, this time she didn’t even bother covering her breasts up. Her hands reaching for her undies, the only item she still had on and the only one protecting her modesty. She wondered what would happen if she pulled them down? Since none of the strippers before her took theirs off she wondered if they would kick her out for doing so or would she be their favourite stripper for the evening. She had secretly hoped for the latter.

Lara slid the two gold strings down a bit and pulled them back up again, each time almost showing something but stopping just a ways short of doing so. She turned her back to them this time and slid her panties even further this time, reaching even halfway down her ass as she bent down slightly.

‘’Take it off, take it off!’’ The audience demanded but almost in a pleading way, like an outcry from men who were about to burst.

Lara turned once again to the audience pulling her panties back up, her hips still gyrating a she did. She looked at the audience hungrily and smiled as she gave them a seductive wink and a lick of her teeth…