DMV
Back in the early 70's, my first wife and i were friendly with another couple and we used to go to X-Rated movies and strip clubs together. It was the era of Deep Throat, Behind the Green Door, The Devil in Miss Jones.
At that time in NYS strippers were able to strip nude in bars that sold booze.
Anyway, one Friday night we ended up in a strip bar and there was one stripper, probably early 20's, that was definitely far above the others in every way. Beautiful face, Beautiful boobs, Flat tummy, Curvy hips. She had straight black hair and a full black bush. She had me enthralled. Her features were etched in my mind, so much so that to this day I still remember the place and think of her every time I pass the building that was the bar.
Anyway, skip forward to Monday Morning.
I'm in line at the DMV to do something, because you wouldn't be there unless you had to, and who is behind the counter but the stripper from Friday night. I think I stared a little bit, and I'm sure she wondered what was wrong with me, or maybe she suspected, but we concluded our business and I left.
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