Sorry for my bad English. If some people wish, I can leave the text in French.
That evening, looking for something to do after Patricia's departure, I rang the doorbell of a hostess bar I didn't know. A few seconds later, the peephole opened, I was observed and allowed to enter the place, always taking care to lock the door behind me.
For those who have never been to this kind of place, they are night bars where the charming hostesses are there to push the consumption of expensive drinks, a good part of their salary being linked to the money spent by the customer with them.
Le Bien Aimé is open six nights a week, from 5 pm to 1 am. Early evening is mostly for executives who are decompressing after a long day at work. Then comes the time for party people or sales people who bring their prospects (before or after the restaurant) to get an order. Finally, later on, we find single men looking for company. Indeed, the hostesses only go out exceptionally during their service time.
So I sit at the bar and the owner, who let me in, serves me a beer (at a high price considering this drink).
Few people in the small main room. A corridor leads to the toilets and there seems to be another room at the end of this corridor, because I hear voices.
A few minutes go by, the owner asks me a couple of uninteresting questions, and a man in his fifties, wearing a suit and looking very happy, comes out of the second room and leaves the bar.
Right behind him, I see HER, bringing back glasses and a champagne bucket.
The exact opposite of Patricia. For she is a small model. Light brown, her curly hair falls over her shoulders. She is 4'11'' tall and 90lbs (of course I will know her dimensions later). She is wearing her "work outfit": long black boots, ultra tight jeans that show off her figure and a ruffled blouse. Her breasts (32B) are free of any bra.
After putting the equipment back in place, she sits down next to me on a bar stool, smiles and says: "can you buy me a drink? "
That evening, looking for something to do after Patricia's departure, I rang the doorbell of a hostess bar I didn't know. A few seconds later, the peephole opened, I was observed and allowed to enter the place, always taking care to lock the door behind me.
For those who have never been to this kind of place, they are night bars where the charming hostesses are there to push the consumption of expensive drinks, a good part of their salary being linked to the money spent by the customer with them.
Le Bien Aimé is open six nights a week, from 5 pm to 1 am. Early evening is mostly for executives who are decompressing after a long day at work. Then comes the time for party people or sales people who bring their prospects (before or after the restaurant) to get an order. Finally, later on, we find single men looking for company. Indeed, the hostesses only go out exceptionally during their service time.
So I sit at the bar and the owner, who let me in, serves me a beer (at a high price considering this drink).
Few people in the small main room. A corridor leads to the toilets and there seems to be another room at the end of this corridor, because I hear voices.
A few minutes go by, the owner asks me a couple of uninteresting questions, and a man in his fifties, wearing a suit and looking very happy, comes out of the second room and leaves the bar.
Right behind him, I see HER, bringing back glasses and a champagne bucket.
The exact opposite of Patricia. For she is a small model. Light brown, her curly hair falls over her shoulders. She is 4'11'' tall and 90lbs (of course I will know her dimensions later). She is wearing her "work outfit": long black boots, ultra tight jeans that show off her figure and a ruffled blouse. Her breasts (32B) are free of any bra.
After putting the equipment back in place, she sits down next to me on a bar stool, smiles and says: "can you buy me a drink? "
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