Ho-ho-ho! Where are those Marines? By dinsidious1 Watch

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Sophia bounded off the stage after an energetic and rousing dance into the dressing room, the crowd cheering wildly behind her. She toweled her face and body for a moment, then began to count all the large she collected. It was a busy night, and she got a lot of big tips for her performance. She was ready to go out and mingle, and maybe score a lap dance or two. As she reached for her lace camisole, she felt a gentle touch on her right shoulder. She spun, and faced Sol, who had a beaming grin on his crinkly mug. "Sol! How are you baby?" Sophia gave the Owner of Golddigger's a big hug. Sol, a shorter man in his 60's, wasn't ready for the warm, almost nude reception, and nearly dropped his cigar. Sophia planted a big kiss on his cheek, and squeezed some more. Sol coughed a bit, and struggled for breath, but surprisingly enjoyed the firm pythons and generous chest that were smothering him.



Sophia beamed: "Thank you so much for getting me on nights! I love it!" Sol gasped a bit, coming out of the bear hug. He regained his breath, and smiled back. "Well, the pleasure is mine! You seem to be doing very well for us evenings, and have a good following!"



Sophia was grateful, and not afraid to show how she felt. This bothered many of the other girls, who were either jealous of Sophia's special bond with Sol, or just tired of her taking a lot of good clients away. Sophia didn't care...Sol confided that her popularity was like a high tide: it raises all ships, and everyone was doing better at the Club. Those other girls were being petty, he told Sophia.



"Sol, what can I do to make up for your support of me?" She asked. Sol's eyebrows arched slightly: this was a sweet gesture, if not novel, especially coming from a dancer. Most girls wanted to do their shift, get paid, and leave. Sol had an idea.



"You're most welcome my dear. You're a favorite of mine, because you are so warm and generous. I think our patrons see that too. I do have a way you can help me, and you might like it, too!" Sol had a twinkle in his eyes. "You know, sugar, we are staging our Toys for Tot's fundraiser again. Gentlemen who bring a toy get in without cover. Then we take the donations to the Marines, who get them to the kids for the Holidays. It's a good gesture from us, and helps us improve our profile in the community, as it were."



"Nice! How can I help?" Sophia asked.



"I would like you to take an evening an be our 'Toy Elf' at the front door. You would help collect toys, and thank our patrons." Sol said. Then he looked serious. "Here's the tough part, babe: It's next Saturday Night! You wouldn't dance, or work tables, so no tips from that. I'd pay you hourly, and whatever tips you get are yours. Is that ok?" He asked gingerly,



Sophia thought for a moment. "There's no way I'd make up in a week what I would lose by giving up a Saturday to help," she thought. Sophia knew, too, that Sol needed help, and she had leverage. In fact, he had often coached her on seeking and using leverage in negotiations. A wry grin formed on her lips, and she came close to him. "Sol, I'd love to help. I do have a couple requests of my own in return, though!" Sol's eyebrows raised again, but his demeanor indicated he expected as much. He wanted his dancers to be shrewd business people, too.



She continued: "I want feature billing on New Year's Eve, and I want to be the one to deliver to the Marines!" Sol's face beamed again. "I have taught you well, Grasshopper! You are most welcome to be my Elf and deliver. Sadly, New Year's is booked. We have a couple out-of town names coming in." Sophia frowned, and crossed her arms. Sol sensed he was about to get a negative response, so he countered: "Instead, how would you like to be featured at the Super Bowl Halftime show?" This caught Sophia by surprise: that was the biggest night on the calendar! "You bet! she shouted. "We have a deal!!!"



The next Saturday, Sophia wore a simple red g-string and red lace bra at the front door, along with some deadly-looking black stiletto boots, and a Santa hat. She and June, the Head of Security at the bar, quickly filled two boxes with toys for kids less fortunate. Sophia was so glad to help, remembering a few tough Christmas holidays she and her brother had growing up. In the spirit of the holiday, any tip offered went into a jar, which would also go to the Marines for their fundraising.



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The following weekend, at the Navy Operation Support Center in Houston, Marine Reservists from around the area gathered, bringing truckloads of toys for distribution. June and Sophia arrived, too, in June's pickup. At the gate guard, June, a former pro football player, was warmly greeted. Then the Sailor saw Sophia, and then saw the large load of toys. "I guess I need to get you through quickly, ma'am!" the Sailor stated, and following security protocols, gave the toys a quick search. The Sailor directed them to the building where the Marines were collecting the contributions. Sophia grinned, "Yay...I love men in Uniform!"



"First Sergeant...you are not going to believe this?" A young Staff Sergeant called out to the senior NCO. First Sergeant Jordan Hughes, a grizzled veteran of nearly 20 years service, loved the toy program, but was in no mood for any nonsense that morning. He turned just as someone shouted "Elf on the deck!" Standing in the large doorway, with a big bag of toys slung over her broad shoulders, was Sophia. 1Sgt Hughes' jaw dropped. She wore a skimpy Santa miniskirt and bra, with matching boots and hat. The room came to a complete standstill, save a couple of whistles.



Sophia gave the Marines a smile: "Alright, you Marines, who wants my toys?"



Hughes knew it was going to be a while before they got back on track, and dejectedly tossed his clipboard on a box. "Aw, the hell with it! Give her a hand with those bags, boys!"



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Happy Holidays!

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Published : Dec 25, 2015