Author: J Saunders
Title: Kims New Experiences
Part: 04
Summary: Kim finds her first job boring at first, but soon things pick up and she can hardly stay away (even if she desperately wants to).
Keywords: mf, blackmail, humil

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Introduction:  All good things take time, the action does come.



Kims New Experiences - Part 4

That night I'm at home getting ready to go out and meet Rick, or at least try to.  I still didn't hear back from Jake the rest of the day.  I get dressed almost absent-mindedly being preoccupied with worry for Jake, I put on slim fit jeans and a cream blouse with light and dark pink vertical stripes that's not too tight and not too loose.  My upper body generally makes most tops appear tight on me, it's a on going challenge for me finding tops that are moderate in the fit, not too tight but also not too loose and baggy.  I decide to leave my hair down over my shoulders, I'm too worried to fix it up before I get going.

I find Slims easily but am a bit alarmed to see what a seedy joint it is.  Not sure I want to get out the car, there are all sorts of nasty looking people coming and going.  At least its busy I console myself as I screw up the courage to get out and go in.

Inside is no better than outside although its slightly brighter.  Peter gave me a description of Rick, from that I think I should be able to spot him.  Slims is busy inside but not packed, there is an empty stage with a ramp leading out a few metres towards the bar with tables dotted around it.  Looking around I see that I am one of only a few females in the place with 40 or so males mostly sitting around in small groups or alone.  The music is a bit too loud for my comfort but then so is the talking in general.  I'm not keen to be alone here for long so I start searching the faces of all the men looking for Rick, worrying and hoping that none of them will get the wrong idea as I go.

Soon I spot Rick, he's sitting alone at a table near the stage.  From the look of it he has been there some time already, several empty beer bottles sit on the table.  I'm relieved to see that he appears to be a "normal" guy, even perhaps a little out of place like I am in this seedy bar.  Not wanting to waste time I decide to be direct and introduce myself.  After all a gorgeous well endowed brunette shouldn't always be shy.  At least many a man have claimed that I'm gorgeous and I know for sure that I'm a bit too well endowed.  I go over to Rick's table, he notices me as I arrive, he seems pleasantly surprised.  

I say "Do you mind if I sit here, all the tables are taken."  

Of course I know what he's going to think, in this seedy place no doubt he's got to consider me to be a hooker, although I'm not dressed the part.  Before I set out tonight I had thought I might be able to pass myself off as being a recently heart broken girl out looking for a bit of companionship of the plutonic kind to start, but in this place I'm not sure how plausible that is going to appear to be to Rick.  None the less that is what I aimed for and dressed for, I don't know how else I could avoid suspicion of one kind or another so I press on with that plan.  Maybe I can even make a joke out of it I think.

Rick replies in an easy slow but surprisingly husky voice, one that's used to charming the ladies no doubt I think, "Sure thing honey, no one else is.".

The "honey" puts me off a bit, but I sit down opposite Rick and smile anyway.  Immediately I realise that I don't have a drink to keep me occupied.  Then I think, actually that perhaps makes me seem more out of place which suits me just fine, I don't want Rick thinking I am a regular in this kind of place. 

I introduce myself and say "Hope you don't mind my being blunt, or take offence, but I am not a regular here.  I just needed to get out this evening and relax a little."

Rick responds "What?  This place is the best!" but he chuckles when he sees my worried look and continues "I'm just joking, yes indeed I can see you don't really fit in at Slims.  I'm Rick, pleased to meet you.".

I'm relieved, Rick seems like an ok guy.  I smile and say "I'm new around here, still getting to know the area obviously!"

A waitress appears, she's got a tight black T-shirt on with the word "Slim's" written in pink across her, defiantly paradoxical, very ample bosom.  She asks if I want a drink, I order a martini, she writes it down with a doubtful expression on her face, then says she'll see what she can do.

I turn back to Rick who's attention is not on me as I had expected, being one of the few woman in here, instead he is staring towards the stage.  I look in the same direction and can immediately see why there are few woman in here, a scantily clad girl has appeared on the stage, she's writhing to the beat of the loud music and becoming more scantly clad by degrees as the beat goes on.  Slim's, I realise belatedly, is a strip joint!  I've never been in one before, past boyfriends have often jokingly threatened to take me but it had never happened even though I had called their bluff a number of times.

Rick seems quite content to watch the girl and doesn't pay much attention to me.  My drink arrives and I down it almost in one go.  The stripper is now in the final throws of her act and quite bare except for black very high heal pumps.  Perhaps just in case the audience hadn't noticed that she's naked, she turns her back on us, spreads her feet wide apart, leans forward while reaching back with both hands, slides her fingers down over her bum cheeks into the groove between them and pulls them wide open.  I stare in a state of mild shock, that was more than I was anticipating.  The crowd likes it though, she winks at us all over her shoulder, then she's done, picks up her clothing bits (as opposed to actual clothing) and saunters off through a door at the back of stage.

I snap out of my state and turn back to Rick, who's now looking back at me and smirking, clearly aware of my naivety.  I have no suitable response to him so I ignore his smirk.  

Over the next hour I try to initiate some small talk but don't make much progress, Rick seems certainly less interested in me than he is in the strippers, and even more interested in the buxom tightly squeezed waitresses (who've I've now noticed are all of a similar shape, no doubt careful chosen to be that way).  Admittedly I think to myself, some of the strippers are good looking as well as having decent bodies, but the waitresses, other than their well endowed torsos, are not much to look at.  I'm dressed quite conservatively by comparison, in my casual jeans and buttoned up blouse, the kind of outfit I would wear out pretty much anywhere casual.  My large breasts, easily as large as the largest waitresses, are by comparison well covered and camouflaged, which is the way I normally like it to avoid unwanted attention.

Just when I am considering stepping it up a notch with Rick, thinking I really need to get his attention otherwise I'll never be able to get anything out of him, he says he's got to go.  Seemingly as an after thought he says he'll be back tomorrow night if I still need a safe table, he smirks cheekily and then is gone.

I wait 5 minutes after he's left, actively ignoring all the leering men that I have been too focused on my mission to notice before, then I make a dash for the exit and the relative safety of my car.

To be continued.