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She introduces herself as Candice... a stunningly attractive, college-aged,
Cosmo-cover type of girl dressed just in a mini-skirt with a white
lace bra and high-heeled boots, exposing just enough of her assets
to kick-start my neurotransmitters. Candice is the kind of sun-tanned
Cape Town girl who evokes a stunned reaction when you spot her driving
along Camps Bay beach promenade in a sporty convertible: "Am
I daydreaming? Was she real? Why on earth do these sexy blondes
always drive past in fast cars? Where would I find this beauty tonight?"
Candice might not be her real name but she sure is real. That
much I can tell you. At the moment she is half-naked, teasingly
twisting her body in my lap to the tune of Tina Turner's Private
Dancer. I can't make out whether my two buddies are breaking out
in a sweat of excitement, envy or coyness. A few minutes later Candice
wears nothing but a g-string and her polished thigh-high boots.
And still we are awe-struck, watching in amazement every movement
of her body in a show of truly tasteful adult dancing.
The DJ blends into the next song announcing: "Welcome to
Teazers strip club and bar gentlemen... and ladies. We hope you
enjoy your stay."
You're absolutely right mister DJ, we are definitely enjoying our
stay amidst this sea of beautiful bare bodies. I take a quick look
around – girls are dancing on every table, eye candy in every
corner of the club!
Then Candice bends over... spying and invitingly smiling at me
through her long legs, fuelling my deepest desires with a sultry
shaking of her hips. This can't be real, this must be a fantasy.
Then her hands start sliding down her butt cheeks, sensuously tucking
at her tiny g-string... this is when I notice her little red devil
tattoo pointing his pitch-fork right at me as the song and her dance
come to an end.
I in turn reach out and place a R100 bill into what is left of
her attire. Thanking me with her sweet voice she whispers: "How
about a private dance later?" As she walked away, another goddess-like
beauty makes her way towards our table across the dimly lit room.
"Hi, I’m Julia..."
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