Chapter 1 - The Lure
Shyla “I’m so bored, I’m just tired of the same’ol same’ol. Isn’t there anything fun to do in this town? Or does everything close at 9pm?”
Jarad “Not unless your into milkshakes and icecream!? I’m guessing your new to town?”
Shyla “Is it that obvious?”
Jarad “Anyone still looking for fun sfter 9pm must be from outa town!”
Woody Wombpecker “Hey there gorgeous, You might be new to town but I swear I know you from somewhere?! I sent you a PM I’m hoping you’ll help me figure it it cause its drivin’ me nuts!”
OPEN PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM WOODY
Woody “So tell me beautiful where might I know you from? I’m thinking you musta been a bartender? I spent a lot of time, in a lot of bars across mid-eastern PA throughout my late 20’s as a lineman.”
Shyla “Nope I was never a bartender but I did work in a few bars in that region about 7-8 years ago. How long ago was your late twenties? Send me a picture of yourself maybe I’ll remember you”
Woody “Not a bartender…hum…a waitress then? I sent a pic, ring any bells?”
OPEN ATTACHMENT
Shyla “Hum, I’m sure if we had met before I’d remember your handsome face, but its not striking any cords. And nope not a waitress. Think dim lighting, and private rooms.”
Shyla wasn’t ashamed or shy about the fact that she had once been hot enough or according to her mother stupid enough to moonlight as a dancer and take her clothes off for a bunch of horney undersexed men for money. She made as much working 16 hrs a week dancing as she made at her carrer job working 40+ hours a week. While her career paid her bills, dancing allowed her to have fun money.
Woody “I used to have really long hair back then. So wait not a bartender or a waitress…wait wait,..no way, are you a stripper?”
Sayla “Ding Ding Ding, Jonny tell him what he’s won!”
Woody “Holy shit are you serious?!”
Shyla “Why would I lie about something like that?”
Woody “Well I can only recall two strip clubs we frequented while in PA, but I don’t have a clue what the names of clubs were. I just remember one was at the bottom of a big hill then we turned left and went almost to the end of the road. The other was out in tim-buck-too no clue how we got there.”
Shyla “I’m fairly certain I know which two clubs you’re talking about. I lived above the one and worked at the other.”
Woody “No fucking way. Which one did you work at?”
Shyla “The one out in tim-buck-too. But there’s only one guy with long hair that I remember. He came in several times a week for about a month then disappeared come to think about, I kinda think he told me he was a lineman too. When he’d come in I’d drag him to the couch dance room by his long ponytail.”
Woody “You’re screwing with me…there’s no way. That was you? Cause that was me!”
Shyla “Seriously? Wow small world.”
Woody “Can I just tell you how bad I always wanted to grab you by your ponytail and force you to across my knee and give you a good spanking?”
Shyla “Are you threatening me with a good time?”
Woody “I can certainly arrange it!”
Shyla cheeks and neck heated and she was suddenly extremely turned on. Feeling bold she said “Tell me your darkest desire?”
Woody “Ill scare you away.”
Shyla “Nothing scares me.”
Woody “We will see about that…”
An unexpected shiver ran down her spine and prickled all the hairs on hers arms. She probably should have ended the conversation and block this guy but she didn’t. Something about the danger he possessed, it intrigued and excited her in a way that nobody ever had before. Shyla wasn’t aware that she had a darker side, nor was she aware that the alter-ego she had created when she started dancing was tired of being confined to the strip club and was about to taking over her life.
