"Well young lady," Del said with a sly smile as he tried desperately not to look down, but then she came so close she was practically pushing her boobs into his chest. "You could easily get a job in there," he said as he pointed with his head toward the bar. The young woman's eyes focused in the same direction. "You really think I could?" she gushed. "No doubt about it," he answered while giving her a slow once over, drinking in every ounce of her curves. And she didn't seem to mind either. In fact, he thought she was relishing the attention.

"But," he continued as her gaze returned toward him. "I think you have too much class to be working in a dump like that with grubby looking drunks leering at your naked body as you gyrate on the stage. She frowned. "What do you mean?" "You can do better than that!" "How/"

The man smiled wide. "My name is Del...What's yours?" He then held out his hand.