The Bar: A Fictional Narrative

When we approached the bar, there was only one stool available. I told Dawn that she could sit down, but she insisted that I have the stool. Maybe she didn’t want to sit her bare ass on the cold seat. I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t ask her why because the other bartender handed Dawn a shot and she gave me one also. We downed the shot with ease and swallowed another before I remembered that Shay was waiting for me.
“Dawn, how do you get to the deejay booth?”
“Do you see those stairs?” She asked as she pointed to a corner near the bar.
“Yeah. I see them.”
“Okay. Take those stairs and make a left at the top. Are you Shay’s girlfriend or something?”
“Girlfriend? No, we’re only friends.”
“Yeah, right,” Dawn laughed as she the bartender handed her another shot.
On the way up the
The more money I threw, the more Dawn humped the stage and opened her legs wide. When she climbed the pole, I was in awe of her skills and wanted to try some of those moves myself. Now the stage was covered with money, and she couldn’t walk without stepping on dollar bills.
My heart almost exploded on my chest with as she moved closer to me. When she shimmied her double D's in my face, I tossed more money up on the stage and so did the men that were standing around me. I couldn’t believe that all the attention was on us as a spotlight fell on top of my head. After I had thrown the last few dollars that were in the bucket I was holding, I dropped it on the floor.
Since I didn’t have any more money to throw, I didn’t know what was about to happen. That’s when Dawn walked off the stage and took me by the hand. I was so nervous that I thought I was going to pass out. The crowd roared even louder as she grabbed a chair from a table. I grinned from ear to ear as I followed her onto the stage. When she put the chair down, she pushed me down in the chair and started giving me a