Take off your shoes

Nate looked at her. "Okay, sounds great. Let's see -- first step is dancing on the bar. Do you want to climb up here and dance a bit?"

"Sounds fun!" Abbie stood up, climbed up her barstool, and then on top of the bar. "Whoa, this feels a little dangerous. Do people slip and fall, especially when they get kinda drunk?"

Nate laughed. "It's happened. Some girls take off their shoes. How about you take off your shoes?"

"Okay," agreed Abbie. She sat back down. She had leather ankle boots on, which unzipped on the sides. She pulled those off, and then the white ankle socks followed. Now barefoot, she stood up again on the bar.

Nate looked up at her. He could see a bit more of her legs disappearing under the skirt. From his angle, he couldn't make out her panties, though. He became mildly jealous of the imaginary patrons who would be sitting on the other side of the bar, and who would have a better view.

"So I'm up here, dancing. Presumably there'd have been other ladies, and I wouldn't be by myself."

"Right. And there'd be customers kind of cheering you on."

Just then, a man from a nearby table made his way up to the front. He eyed Abbie on the bar, and then spoke to Nate. "Can I get a few Buds, please? Three."

Nate nodded. "One minute, Abbie."

The man looked up at Abbie again. "Hey."

"Hey," she smiled.

"So ... what are you doing up there?"

"Dancing! Nate told me they used to do this here a lot. I'm trying to relive the glory days."

The man laughed. He was tall, lean, and blonde. "I'm Clark." He looked back at his table. "One sec." He walked a bit back to his table, and waved to his friends to join him. Soon two more men followed Clark back to the bar. They all took seats near where Abbie was dancing.

"This is Brad and Wayne. Guys, this is Abbie."

She smiled at all three. Nate returned with their beers. "You guys moving up here to the bar?" He smiled, knowing the answer.

"Wow, dude," said Brad. "You didn't tell me there was a show tonight."

Abbie laughed. "Am I the show?"

"You tell us, honey," said Wayne. "Are you the show?"