Based on a true story. The Associated Press release is at the end of the story.
Fbailey story number 289
This story is based on a true news report, however I made up everything in it. This is purely fictional. The actual Associated Press release is at the end of the story.
My car broke down in a small hick town in a rural area called Delhi, Illinois. As I quickly found out they pronounce it Dell-ee rather than Dell-hi. Go figure! The attendant at the local repair shop told me that I would have to stay in town until he got the parts sent in from Saint Louis. It was only a thirty mile trip but he said that it would take a day or two. Terrific!
To top it off the only place to stay within walking distance was over the local bar, a place called Cabin Tavern. What could I do? I told him to order the parts, called my office to tell them what the story was, and walked down the street.
If I hadn’t been so pissed off I would have realized right away what a nice friendly community it was. In a way it reminded my of Mayberry from the old Andy Griffith show. All it needed was Aunt Bea and Don Knotts to make it official.
When I got to Cabin Tavern the bartender just said ‘hello there’ and slid a room key down the bar to me. I was impressed when she said the guy fixing my car had called ahead to let her know that I was coming. Must be she didn’t get too many strangers in there.
I took my suitcase up to my room and came back down. I asked about getting something to eat and she told me that she could fix a few things right there and pointed to a menu board at the end of the bar. Hamburgers, hotdogs, and a couple of sandwiches were about it. So I ordered a double cheeseburger, fries, and a beer to wash it all down. I got the beer first and then she went out back. I looked around and there was no one else in the place.
When my food was ready she got me another beer too. As I ate my meal we talked. She was Janet Brannon, she was thirty-three years old, and she had one son in the local elementary school. She also told me that they had approximately a hundred students in the Delhi Elementary School with seven regular education teachers, one per grade level, Pre-K through fifth grade with special teachers providing art, music, and physical education. She sounded like a real estate agent trying to get me to move there.
When I finished my meal another guy came in to get a drink. He asked me if I wanted to shoot some pool so I joined him. Danny Boy as he liked to be called was pretty good and I kept loosing my quarters. His rule was, ‘looser pays.’ That included a one-dollar beer too. I considered myself lucky because I’ve been had in the past and it has cost upwards of a hundred dollars. That time four games only cost me five dollars.
We got talking about strip clubs that we had been too and Janet told us that she used to be a stripper down in Saint Louis before she got married and had a kid. We both told her that we would pay to see her dance.
Just about then two more local boys came in and said that they would contribute to her fund if she would dance for us.
Janet looked us over and said, “Okay, but no funny stuff, and you guys put up a hundred dollars.”
Immediately they bitched about a hundred dollars. I had to smile when she told them that it was only twenty-five apiece. I certainly would have put up a hundred dollars all by myself to see her strip. Especially if I came in there every night. She was quite attractive.
The money was gathered up, presented to her, and she got out from behind the bar. Now Janet was a real good-looking woman. She had on a tight black T-shirt with the bar’s name printed on it in white, a tight pair of blue jeans, and a pair of cowboy boots. She was dressed for line dancing. Her brown hair was flowing free down around her shoulders. She had a handful of quarters and walked over to the jukebox. She fed all of the quarters into the machine and started pressing buttons like she knew what she was doing. She was done by the time the music started and she walked to the stage. I expected her to just climb up on the stage in some normal fashion but not Janet. She walked to the edge of the stage, placed both hands on the stage palms down, and jumped up into a handstand. She then continued her movement over and down until she was in a bridge. From the bridge she stood up as though it was perfectly normal to get up on stage that way. She must have made a fortune in Saint Louis.
Janet then danced to the first song in the most sexy and entertaining way possible. When the next song came on she removed her T-shirt exposing her lacy black bra again in a sexy way. She danced that song using the T-shirt as a prop. She ran it between her legs from front to back, across her ass as if she was doing the twist, and then tossed it at one of the guys watching her. The next song included the removal of her skin-tight blue jeans slipping down her body to the floor. Her cowboy boots came off, her jeans were removed, and her boots went right back on. She used the jeans like she had her T-shirt by rubbing them quite well against her panty covered pussy. After gathering up all of the scent that she could she tossed them to another guy in the crowd. The next song got her bra off and she tossed to the last guy, besides me that is. She could certainly swing those babies. Her tits went clockwise, counter clockwise, and up and down on command. She could lift them by her nipples too, even with her teeth. The next song left only her panties to be removed. She sawed them deep into her moist slit, poked them up into her hole, and then she tossed them right to me. I just had to put them to my nose and inhale her fragrance. It was strong, it was musky, and it got me much harder too. The rest of the songs gave us a terrific gymnastic recital in the nude. She was the most amazing dancer that I had ever seen.
When the last song ended Janet got down off the stage and gave everyone another of their favorite drink. I put a hundred-dollar bill in the palm of my hand so that only she could see it. She took that hand and led me up to my room, still naked.
She undressed me with a precision that I though only I had. She pushed me onto my bed and straddled my cock feeding it into her wonderful pussy. I was positive that her pussy sucked my cock in rather than her sitting down on it. Then Janet sat perfectly still and I felt her pussy muscles milking me. It was sort of what you imagine a vacuum cleaner hose to feel like. After a couple minutes of that pleasure Janet started by leaning over and kissing me while brushing her nipples across my chest and thrusting her pussy up and down my cock. Her tongue was just as talented as her nipples were and they were just as talented as her pussy. God she was what every married man wanted. I tried to think of my wife but I couldn’t. All I could think of was the fabulous woman on top of me, making love to me like never before. I don’t know if she came or not, all I know is that I came more than I could ever remember cumming in my life.
Once I was completely drained. Janet took the hundred dollars, placed her panties on the pillow next to me, and kissed me goodbye. I must have dosed off shortly afterwards.
In the morning I woke up, took a shower, and got dressed. When I got down to the bar it was closed so I walked outside looking for a place to get breakfast. The local dinner was all abuzz about Janet being arrested for public indecency. It seemed that the Jersey County Sheriff's Deputies were just doing a routine check when they saw Janet standing behind the bar serving drinks naked. Since she was the only employee on duty the bar was closed.
She was freed on $8,000 bond that the town fathers posted for her. In the middle of the night they took $800 to a bondsman that then posted the $8,000 bail. They were actually proud of Janet for putting them on the map. They said that T-shirts were being printed up to help defray the cost of her fine.
As I was finishing up my breakfast the Delhi Mayor came in and a cheer went up. He announced that the Town Council had voted to make nude bartending legal within the town limits. He said that the new law should help Janet get off and that the law would have to be voted on in the next general election. No one looked like they were going to vote against it.
I was wishing to see Janet again that night but unfortunately my car got fixed and I was on my way.
According the mechanic that fixed my car Janet Brannon was a local hero.
She certainly was a hero in my book.
Illinois Woman Accused Of Bartending In The Buff
Sep 20, 8:14 PM (ET)
DELHI, Ill. (AP) - Here's a tip: Bartending nude can get you arrested.
Sheriff's deputies doing a routine check this week at a southern Illinois bar say they discovered a not-so-routine sight. Authorities allege that 33-year-old Janet Brannon was naked while serving bar patrons at the Cabin Tavern in Delhi.
Brannon was arrested and charged with misdemeanor public indecency. She was freed on $8,000 bond.
She was the only bar employee working at the time, so the tavern was closed Thursday.
No telephone listing can be found for Brannon, and the Jersey County sheriff's department doesn't know whether she has an attorney.