The green elf t-shirt stretches almost to the point of tearing. Through the year, my staff wear all black, but come December first, their work clothes change. The girls start wearing a strapless fluffy, snowman dress, with black knee high boots, topped off with a mini black top hat. The guys wear a green skinny jeans over black boots, topped off with a tight red elf t-shirt.
“Felix.” I return.
That sexy smirk he uses appears, making my body heat up like it always does. I step over to the bar and take a seat on the candy cane covered stools.
My body tingles at seeing his gaze drag over my upper body. I am wearing usual December costume. While I am working I am dressed in my sexy candy cane outfit, which consists of a strapless dress, the top half is red, with a black belt, that attaches to the red and white striped skirt that looks like a Candy Cane, it flares at the waist, and stops high on my thigh. I finish off my look with my red strappy high heeled shoes, red and white thigh high stockings. Thank fuck that I am five-foot-eight.
“Looking good as usual, babe,”
“I know.” I go to say more to him but Kate comes over looking hot as fuck in her snowman outfit.
These outfits are for the bar staff only, my dancers have totally different costumes for different nights of the week, but it also depends on their routine.
“We are ready.” She states and my heart picks up.
She means we are ready to open the doors for the last but one night before this year’s Christmas Paradise Meadow.
Chapter two
Hayley
The evening is on full swing.
People are drinking and enjoying the men and women dancing on stage. We don’t discriminate against gender here, if you come to watch the girls dance you go to their stages. If you want to watch the boys dance, you go to their stages. It is that simple.
Both Harvey and myself walk around the room, checking in with our customers, making sure they are enjoying themselves and making sure they have everything they need. I see my brother talking to a group of girls, and they are laughing at his t-shirt. He loves the Christmas slogan shirts.
Tonight his says, ‘Jingle My balls.’
I walk over to one table, filled with men in high-end suits, watching with wide eyes as Berry dances her routine. Each of my girls are fucking hot, extremely flexible but are the sweetest girls you will ever meet.
In total we have five female dances.
Holly.
Angel.
Berry.
Winter.
Noelle.
Then we have five male dancers.
Gabe.
Nick.
Pine.
Yule.
North.
Yes, they are stage names before you ask for an explanation to their names.
These ten dancers dance here full time but every December first, they change they stage names for the occasion. Berry is swinging around the pole, like she is making love to it and the men are eating it up.
