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Daniel admits to himself that he is nervous as he climbs the steps to the building entrance. He fingers his tie and coughs a little, trying to calm down. The doorman stands in front of a large dark mahogany door and says peacefully, “Good evening, sir. I’m afraid I don’t recognize you. May I help you?” His eyes travel over Daniel quickly, taking in the new clothes and appearing to approve.
“I believe I am expected. My name is Daniel Beckett.”
The doorman nods. “Of course, sir. Welcome to the Chartres Club. Enjoy your evening, sir.” He pushes in the door, revealing a dark red plush carpet covering most of a wide expanse hardwood floor and a woman sitting a writing desk. The doorman nods to the woman and she glances to Daniel and stands. “Good evening, sir. We have been expecting you.”
She gestures for him to follow and they walk a long corridor before she opens a door, leading to a large seating area, dark leather chairs with small tables facing a stage area that holds three silver poles. Several men are scattered around the room, smoking and drinking, a few of them making conversation while they watch a beautiful lithe blonde dance on the stage.
The woman shows him to a chair, inquires of his drink choice, if he would like a cigar or not and then says she will return momentarily. His takes a quick look around the room then settles back into his seat, turning his attention to the naked woman gliding and turning around the stage and the poles on it, her movements sinuous and graceful.
A scotch is placed on the undersized table next to him and the woman whispers that one of the ladies will periodically check on him. She smiles a little, saying “I believe the next act is the one you wished to see.”
He nods, a little confused, seeing the fair-haired female leaves the stage. The lights go dark for several minutes and then a loud bass seems to fill the room, the music pounding a vaguely hip-hop beat. Three lights pierce the darkness, each centered on one of the three poles.
The song starts.
You've tried every trick in the book
To get that boy to look
And still the road is dark and dim
At the end of the first verse, three women appear from one side of the stage. They are dressed identically in all black, from their thigh high boots, fishnet stockings attached to garter belts under tiny skirts to the push-up bras that make the most of their cleavage. They strut in tandem to the poles and in sync begin to move around them, grasping to alight into the air, their movements with an effortless exactness.
If love's just not on his map
It could be right in his lap
And still it won’t get through to him
Wise up, girl
Boys only pay attention when they see the sign that says
Entering Bootytown
So shake that booty now
'Cause your booty is the way into his heart
Girl, don't you realize
One detour at your thighs
Is a right turn that can break his world apart
The women move with an almost athletic military precision, as they turn and shake the asset that the song refers to.
You've been here with him before
But he just closes the door
And says, "We're better off as friends."
Tonight he'd better beware
There's somethin' hot in the air
Your wait is coming to an end
No rules now
Gonna use every weapon till he knows he's crossed that line.
And he is…
Entering Bootytown
So shake that booty now
'Cause your booty is the way into his heart
Girl, don't you realize
One detour at your thighs
Is a right turn that can break his world apart
All of them have different looks, just their attire making them appear similar. A blonde, a redhead and a brunette, all gorgeous, their legs long and inviting, the boots enhancing their length. He’s excited by their appearance, their very attitude oozing sexuality and the carnal delights that await. But it is the brunette he can’t take his eyes off of. Her skin is caramel-colored, darker than the others and her heritage is seemingly mixed. Her hair is long and wavy, and it cascades around her face with every toss of her head, framing what seem to be black eyes and a luscious full red mouth. He can’t look away and she’s watching him as well, her eyes apparently sizing him up. She mouths the words, “Thank you” to him.
Enter, enter...
Enter, enter...
Enter, enter...
Entrez-vous
Enter, enter...
Ahh, ahh
Entrez vous
No rules now
Gonna use every weapon till he knows he's crossed the line.
He is…
Entering Bootytown
So shake that booty now
'Cause your booty is the way into his heart
Girl, don't you realize
One detour at your thighs
Is a right turn that can break his world apart
Entering Bootytown
So shake that booty now
'Cause your booty is the way into his heart
Girl, don't you realize
One detour at your thighs
Is a right turn that can break his world apart
One the last word, with a quick yank, the skirts fly off into the room, exposing their asses. God, Daniel thinks, what I wouldn’t give. He breathes in, his heart racing and takes a gulp of his drink.
“I believe I am expected. My name is Daniel Beckett.”
The doorman nods. “Of course, sir. Welcome to the Chartres Club. Enjoy your evening, sir.” He pushes in the door, revealing a dark red plush carpet covering most of a wide expanse hardwood floor and a woman sitting a writing desk. The doorman nods to the woman and she glances to Daniel and stands. “Good evening, sir. We have been expecting you.”
She gestures for him to follow and they walk a long corridor before she opens a door, leading to a large seating area, dark leather chairs with small tables facing a stage area that holds three silver poles. Several men are scattered around the room, smoking and drinking, a few of them making conversation while they watch a beautiful lithe blonde dance on the stage.
The woman shows him to a chair, inquires of his drink choice, if he would like a cigar or not and then says she will return momentarily. His takes a quick look around the room then settles back into his seat, turning his attention to the naked woman gliding and turning around the stage and the poles on it, her movements sinuous and graceful.
A scotch is placed on the undersized table next to him and the woman whispers that one of the ladies will periodically check on him. She smiles a little, saying “I believe the next act is the one you wished to see.”
He nods, a little confused, seeing the fair-haired female leaves the stage. The lights go dark for several minutes and then a loud bass seems to fill the room, the music pounding a vaguely hip-hop beat. Three lights pierce the darkness, each centered on one of the three poles.
The song starts.
You've tried every trick in the book
To get that boy to look
And still the road is dark and dim
At the end of the first verse, three women appear from one side of the stage. They are dressed identically in all black, from their thigh high boots, fishnet stockings attached to garter belts under tiny skirts to the push-up bras that make the most of their cleavage. They strut in tandem to the poles and in sync begin to move around them, grasping to alight into the air, their movements with an effortless exactness.
If love's just not on his map
It could be right in his lap
And still it won’t get through to him
Wise up, girl
Boys only pay attention when they see the sign that says
Entering Bootytown
So shake that booty now
'Cause your booty is the way into his heart
Girl, don't you realize
One detour at your thighs
Is a right turn that can break his world apart
The women move with an almost athletic military precision, as they turn and shake the asset that the song refers to.
You've been here with him before
But he just closes the door
And says, "We're better off as friends."
Tonight he'd better beware
There's somethin' hot in the air
Your wait is coming to an end
No rules now
Gonna use every weapon till he knows he's crossed that line.
And he is…
Entering Bootytown
So shake that booty now
'Cause your booty is the way into his heart
Girl, don't you realize
One detour at your thighs
Is a right turn that can break his world apart
All of them have different looks, just their attire making them appear similar. A blonde, a redhead and a brunette, all gorgeous, their legs long and inviting, the boots enhancing their length. He’s excited by their appearance, their very attitude oozing sexuality and the carnal delights that await. But it is the brunette he can’t take his eyes off of. Her skin is caramel-colored, darker than the others and her heritage is seemingly mixed. Her hair is long and wavy, and it cascades around her face with every toss of her head, framing what seem to be black eyes and a luscious full red mouth. He can’t look away and she’s watching him as well, her eyes apparently sizing him up. She mouths the words, “Thank you” to him.
Enter, enter...
Enter, enter...
Enter, enter...
Entrez-vous
Enter, enter...
Ahh, ahh
Entrez vous
No rules now
Gonna use every weapon till he knows he's crossed the line.
He is…
Entering Bootytown
So shake that booty now
'Cause your booty is the way into his heart
Girl, don't you realize
One detour at your thighs
Is a right turn that can break his world apart
Entering Bootytown
So shake that booty now
'Cause your booty is the way into his heart
Girl, don't you realize
One detour at your thighs
Is a right turn that can break his world apart
One the last word, with a quick yank, the skirts fly off into the room, exposing their asses. God, Daniel thinks, what I wouldn’t give. He breathes in, his heart racing and takes a gulp of his drink.