[ModelT-MsDollie]

Our Barely Legal-Aged Local Bar Adventure Beginnings
---I wrote in another section about how we started going to Strip Clubs in Central Illinois as soon as we were of legal age. There were many strip joints in the nearby city, Peoria. Some were up-scale and many sleazy low-classed neighborhood dives. A combination of low pay, more fun at the little joints, and raising a new family, we chose the sleazy neighborhood dives.
---Those were perhaps our real training periods for Dollie to dress like a hooker or stripper. Our only other previous experiences with Dollie showing skin were while camping, hiking, and other outdoor adventures. Those were totally different and natural feeling. Spending hours in those tiny crowded night clubs with all eyes sometimes on Dollie, made for creepy erotic experiences. Those who never lived it may not realize how nasty some old men talk in neighborhood bars and strip joints.
--- Naturally, barely legal, Dollie fit right in at those strip clubs. So much that often she was mistaken for one of the local strippers----or a prostitute. We looked at these as compliments. Adding to the fun, several of our young female friends worked in those small strip clubs. Between them, the owners, and some of my buddies, Dollie was constantly being offered a job. Considering what I was earning, I often asked her to try the stripper’s way of life. Some girls were making a decent living that way. Because many strippers ended up becoming prostitutes ,lesbians, or druggies, neither Dollie or I really liked the idea.
--- But this story is about the small neighborhood regular bars in our small town. There were only two biker bars and biker bars had a bad name at this time. One was a private very nasty wild place. (Story later) The other was public and not much cleaner. Since we now had a motorcycle, we did occasionally stop for a few drinks during weekend afternoons at the public biker bar. Bikers there were loud, dirty mouthed, and constantly hitting on Dollie to show her tits and ass. Altho this was something we’d been around in other places, it’s how they talked and acted that made us feel uncomfortable. Dollie always dressed more decently when stopping there so as not to encourage them.
---Since I was the youngest at the local factory, I was always teased about sex and being the man of the house. A bunch of the guys stopped every evening after work at a few local taverns for a few beers and to play pool or cards. I had to eventually stop in too to prove I wore the pants in our family.These were friendly reasonably quiet places not far from home. Prices were cheap on meals, sandwiches and beer, either draft or bottled. There always seemed to be a female bartender and a few friendly customers wearing short skirts and low tops.
---Some of the guys coaxed me into bringing Dollie to their favorite watering hole. They’d seen the pictures of her I had on my office desk and thought she looked hot and sexy. Several mentioned her boobs lookin nice and wanted to see them in person. I was proud of those boobs so it didn’t take much coaxing. Dollie was curious about the bar, the sexy lookin women I’d mentioned, and the co workers who thought she looked hot! So, one evening after work, I went straight home and got Dollie to go to the local employee’s favorite bar.
--- Dollie was wearing cheek showin hot pants and a low slung tit showin blouse. It’s what she’d worn all day and, as she said--- ”I ain’t about to change just to go to some run down local bar.” Needless to say, my co workers loved how Dollie looked. Most said her boobs were bigger than in the pictures on my desk. Dollie loved that and the attention she got that evening.
---A new trend began! I’m not positive if it was there, or at a strip club that we both first got all the beers we wanted---free! This was a bonus nearly every time we went out any place drinkin. Keep in mind, draft beer was like 25-35 cents back in the 60’s and a bottle of domestic around 50 cents or less. It was the thought that counted. Also, I was makin only around a dollar an hour! Dollie was havin fun at those employee hangouts and soon we were spending time in other local taverns around town. Meals were cheap, drinks cheap --usually free--- and everyone always friendly. Like Cheers, in small towns, everyone knew your name.
--- I don’t really remember a lot of flashing back then, but lots of exposed tittie flesh and short skirts were always available. It was soon a competition between Dollie and the other local gals. Seems like tops got lower, and skirts got shorter, as time went by. Gals didn’t usually actually flash. But tits seemed to be hangin free, Dollie’s included, in those other taverns. Not a bad thing for us girl watchin men. Dollie kept her tits reasonably covered at the bars closer to work where my co workers hung out.
---This dressing sexy, and letting everything all hang out, was our training for other strip clubs, and for taverns away from home. It was then we played our real booby and pussy showing games. By the time we were in our early-twenties, micro minis without panties, low tops without bras, flashing, and mooning were part of our normal vacation adventures. It soon became normal for Dollie to sit around showing her pussy in those small neighborhood bars and tiny strip clubs. I may have been her teacher. But she was a good student.