how the waitress floated across the floor in her difficult heels. Ember, Gwen, and even Crystal moved like sensual animals. Penny wasn't like that, she walked like the world belonged to her and, if she desired it, the tables and chairs would leap out of her way.
She slipped behind the bar and said something to the bartender, then disappeared through a door into the back. Beth turned as the music changed to a punk song and saw a red head in pigtails on the stage. She had a tartan school girl skirt and white blouse on. Beth grinned, the classics never failed.
She continued to watch the show as the blouse was unbuttoned one button at a time. After it came off the bra was next, revealing breasts that were smaller than her outfit had advertised. Beth smirked at the stripper's use of a push up bra. She was very attractive, but Beth was proud to note that she had bigger boobs.
"Here you go, sweetie."
Beth gasped, and spun. "How do you do that?" she hissed.
Penny set the cocktail glass down and smiled at her. "Years of practice."
"Years?" Beth challenged. "You don't look that old."
Penny smiled and sat down. "When are you going to tell me what really brought you back?"
Beth gawked at her and then glanced around. "Aren't you working?"
"It's a slow night," she said. "So talk to me."
"I am," Beth said. She smiled nervously. "I, um, I just thought this place was so cool. So different. Not what I expected. I wanted to see it again."
"I see. Are you going to drink that?"
Beth jumped and looked down at the drink. It had the same murky red color, almost like there was tomato juice in it. Was it some sort of bloody mary? Her tongue flicked over her lips, wetting them before she pressed the glass to it and tilted it enough to spill the first crimson drops into her mouth. The metallic spice made her tongue tingle and filled her senses. Beth's left hand joined her right and helped her tip it up while she gulped the drink one delicious swallow after another.
"You're hooked," Penny said after she lowered the glass.
Beth stared at it. Her lipstick marks were on the rim of the glass. She licked her lips, capturing a few missing drops of the drink. "So good," Beth murmured. She turned and stared at Penny. The room seemed to swim for a moment behind the waitress. "What is it?"
Penny winked at her. "It has many names: The fountain of youth, Elixir of life, and My favorite is First Kiss."
Beth looked at the glass again. It wasn't like any first kiss she'd ever had. It was better. "I've never heard of it, but it's delicious. Can I have another?"
Penny smiled. "Aren't you cold?"
"Cold?"
"That's how you came here, right? Just that skimpy jacket over half a shirt. And you're not wearing a bra, how naughty."
"Oh my god!" Beth breathed. "I just— I dressed up. I mean, I wanted to look nice for— um, for going out."
"I see," Penny said with a smile that made Beth's belly tingle. "So were you cold?"
"Outside? No. Everybody says I should be. Me too, I'm from Missouri! Michigan is cold! But I wasn't."
"And now?"
Beth bit her lip and shook her head. "I'm warm."
"Hot," Penny corrected with a wink.
Beth gasped.
The waitress laughed. "Beth, you lost a lot of weight this week, didn't you?"
"Oh my god— I did! I think I had a bug or something."
"Something," Penny agreed.
Beth's eyes widened. She glanced around and then asked in a hushed voice, "Do you know what's wrong with me?"
Penny smiled. "Who says anything is wrong with you?"
"I lost thirty pounds last week! Sure, I'm happy about it, but I couldn't sleep. When I tried I had nightmares."
"What kind of nightmares?"
Beth bit her lips and then realized what she was doing. She grabbed her purse and fumbled through it until she found her lipstick and quickly rubbed it across her lip. She blotted it and then froze when Penny reached over and brushed her thumb under her lip, wiping off a smear. She pulled her hand back and smiled.
"Nightmares, right," Beth reminded herself. "Um, you
She slipped behind the bar and said something to the bartender, then disappeared through a door into the back. Beth turned as the music changed to a punk song and saw a red head in pigtails on the stage. She had a tartan school girl skirt and white blouse on. Beth grinned, the classics never failed.
She continued to watch the show as the blouse was unbuttoned one button at a time. After it came off the bra was next, revealing breasts that were smaller than her outfit had advertised. Beth smirked at the stripper's use of a push up bra. She was very attractive, but Beth was proud to note that she had bigger boobs.
"Here you go, sweetie."
Beth gasped, and spun. "How do you do that?" she hissed.
Penny set the cocktail glass down and smiled at her. "Years of practice."
"Years?" Beth challenged. "You don't look that old."
Penny smiled and sat down. "When are you going to tell me what really brought you back?"
Beth gawked at her and then glanced around. "Aren't you working?"
"It's a slow night," she said. "So talk to me."
"I am," Beth said. She smiled nervously. "I, um, I just thought this place was so cool. So different. Not what I expected. I wanted to see it again."
"I see. Are you going to drink that?"
Beth jumped and looked down at the drink. It had the same murky red color, almost like there was tomato juice in it. Was it some sort of bloody mary? Her tongue flicked over her lips, wetting them before she pressed the glass to it and tilted it enough to spill the first crimson drops into her mouth. The metallic spice made her tongue tingle and filled her senses. Beth's left hand joined her right and helped her tip it up while she gulped the drink one delicious swallow after another.
"You're hooked," Penny said after she lowered the glass.
Beth stared at it. Her lipstick marks were on the rim of the glass. She licked her lips, capturing a few missing drops of the drink. "So good," Beth murmured. She turned and stared at Penny. The room seemed to swim for a moment behind the waitress. "What is it?"
Penny winked at her. "It has many names: The fountain of youth, Elixir of life, and My favorite is First Kiss."
Beth looked at the glass again. It wasn't like any first kiss she'd ever had. It was better. "I've never heard of it, but it's delicious. Can I have another?"
Penny smiled. "Aren't you cold?"
"Cold?"
"That's how you came here, right? Just that skimpy jacket over half a shirt. And you're not wearing a bra, how naughty."
"Oh my god!" Beth breathed. "I just— I dressed up. I mean, I wanted to look nice for— um, for going out."
"I see," Penny said with a smile that made Beth's belly tingle. "So were you cold?"
"Outside? No. Everybody says I should be. Me too, I'm from Missouri! Michigan is cold! But I wasn't."
"And now?"
Beth bit her lip and shook her head. "I'm warm."
"Hot," Penny corrected with a wink.
Beth gasped.
The waitress laughed. "Beth, you lost a lot of weight this week, didn't you?"
"Oh my god— I did! I think I had a bug or something."
"Something," Penny agreed.
Beth's eyes widened. She glanced around and then asked in a hushed voice, "Do you know what's wrong with me?"
Penny smiled. "Who says anything is wrong with you?"
"I lost thirty pounds last week! Sure, I'm happy about it, but I couldn't sleep. When I tried I had nightmares."
"What kind of nightmares?"
Beth bit her lips and then realized what she was doing. She grabbed her purse and fumbled through it until she found her lipstick and quickly rubbed it across her lip. She blotted it and then froze when Penny reached over and brushed her thumb under her lip, wiping off a smear. She pulled her hand back and smiled.
"Nightmares, right," Beth reminded herself. "Um, you
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