Ashley continued to work night after night, save for a couple of days off. Each day seemed like the last, but the blonde never lost the thrill she felt of stage. The evidence was the glistening moisture that could clearly be seen whenever she flashed her tight muff. The black lace underware became her favorite and she started to wear them to the club daily.

Although she never really payed any attention to the various patrons that watched her, she began to notice a few familiar faces in the crowd, always present when she was on stage. Deciding that these men were obviously here for her, she began to move closer to them.

First she approached the two farmers, encouraging them to buy a few more drinks and giving them a quick flash of her jiggling breasts to incentivize the pair. With a giggle she wanders back into the crowd of horny men to leave them alone before they could say anything. She didn't honestly care about getting the bar more money, but she loved the idea of flirting with her own little fan club.

Then she found the other face she recognized from the stage sitting alone in the corner of the club. With a grin, she joined him at his table. She walked up and introduced herself before sliding down onto his lap before he could answer her or send her on his way. She remained there for several mi utes, making flirty small talk about everything from the weather to tv shows to the bar to nothing in particular. She simply enjoyed the undivided attention she received from the man, the hungry look in his eyes. As she rose to return to the stage, she let slip that she noticed him watching her for the past few nights. She put on a pouty face and added that they wouldn't be able to see each other for a while. In a couple of days, she would be leaving for a trip back to her home town for a while to take care of her mother, who had fallen ill.

And so the nights continued as they always had, and While Candy continued to see the three men in the crowd of onlookers, she didn't approach them again. She continued to take the same route to and from work each night, wearing the same cloths, never suspecting there could be danger in an area she knew so well. It continued until the night before she was supposed to leave on her trip, a trip she didn't know how long it would last.