Winter, another dirt moon, another handful of credits. After some sniffing around, a less than lawful deal and a lot more credits. Enough to go celebrate Solstice and have plenty left over. So the crew hit the local hot spot and negotiated something of a holiday in exchange for a mixture of credits and hauling some seasonal produce around for a few days.

Jayne took his cut and hit the local bar. He nodded appreciatively. It was better than he expected. Neat, tidy, clean. The décor was pretty classy as well, in shades of brown and cream. Someone was aiming upmarket. The glasses behind the bar were clean and washed. The barkeep served him a pint of beer which was halfway decent. Even the local rot-gut was pretty smooth and slipped down nicely. Then the entertainment started. Some singing and a magic act. Then a goon brought out a dance pole. Jayne grinned; a skin show. He just hoped that the skin would be female and at least vaguely attractive.

His hopes manifest in the shape a tall, masked woman clad in abbreviated Santa gear which was only just this side of indecent. A short red top, corset, mini skirt, sky high heels and red and white striped stockings. He couldn't see her hair at the moment, but she had legs up to her armpits and a nicely stacked rack. As she turned, Jayne was favoured with the sight of a generous, provocatively curve tush. The sort that gave a fella like him immediate thoughts of getting his hands busy with fondling; then bending her over and sliding his length inside, followed by taking her for a nice hard gallop or two. He tipped his hat and grinned at the lady as he made his way closer to the stage. He had the build, height and presence which usually meant that people gave way to him. Jayne found a seat, then settled down to enjoy the show.

Well, Miss Santa knew her stuff. She circled and embraced the pole like a lover, in time with the music. She took off her red gloves, one finger at a time. Then her top came off. Underneath, she was wearing a tight, red waist corset and red past