Shirts

[Five_Inch_Heels]

We've all heard of various theme bars and clubs where staff wears something skimpy.

So, the place is named Shirts.

Female staff wears men's wear button down shirts and heels (and?).

Maybe they also have a second club with male staff.

Where's the story? That's up to the authors to iron out.

 

[ericrodman101]

A speedo club perhaps?

 

[Carnevil9]

I always love those scenes in movies* where the girl goes home with the guy, and in the morning she's walking around with nothing on but his long-sleeved dress shirt, tails barely covering her ass and only the bottom few buttons buttoned. It's a great visual, and I could see a bar going with it.

*it never seems to happen in real life; not MY life anyway

 

[ericrodman101]

I always love those scenes in movies* where the girl goes home with the guy, and in the morning she's walking around with nothing on but his long-sleeved dress shirt, tails barely covering her ass and only the bottom few buttons buttoned. It's a great visual, and I could see a bar going with it.

*it never seems to happen in real life; not MY life anyway

Or they go to her place and he has to wear a tiny nightie and panties.

 

[MikeXIrons]

I always love those scenes in movies* where the girl goes home with the guy, and in the morning she's walking around with nothing on but his long-sleeved dress shirt, tails barely covering her ass and only the bottom few buttons buttoned. It's a great visual, and I could see a bar going with it.

*it never seems to happen in real life; not MY life anyway

I agree!

I don't wear dress shirts that often, but, next time I do... I'm going to drop a hint to my wife that I'd like to reenact this movie cliche. Unlike some other perverted thoughts that race around in my head, THIS one I think she'd actually happily play along.

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

Ever get an idea in your head that just won't go away? You hunt for pictures of the concept, but can't find JUST the right one. It gets to the point where you almost want to hire a model to pose it.

 

[sirhugs]

Ever get an idea in your head that just won't go away? You hunt for pictures of the concept, but can't find JUST the right one. It gets to the point where you almost want to hire a model to pose it.

found a potential inspirational pic but blocked from starting a conversation and not about to break rules by posting here

 

[KindredFlame]

We've all heard of various theme bars and clubs where staff wears something skimpy.

So, the place is named Shirts.

Female staff wears men's wear button down shirts and heels (and?).

Maybe they also have a second club with male staff.

Where's the story? That's up to the authors to iron out.

Not quite the same, but we hold a party once a year that this is the female uniform. Knickers and belt optional. No heals but most girls wear slip on footwear

 

[Rob_Royale]

It's some enticing imagery. I would imagine a hi-end club that caters to the Wall Street crowd. Using the Hooters formula they decide on a black panties and dress shirt, uniform. Our MFC is in business school and is working her way through said school. She's got a killer body and a sharp mind. She's listening to the customers and has picked up some very lucrative stock tips just by paying attention.

She's very much in control and and doesn't fool around with customers despite all the business cards that get tucked into her shirt pocket. Until he walked in and everything changed.

 

[KindredFlame]

The heavy, sound-dampening churn of the darkened, monolithic glass sealed the outside world away with a decisive hush. The transition was immediate: from the humid chill of the street to a bubble of pressurized, spiced air, redolent with expensive sandalwood and aged bourbon. I shrugged my tailored overcoat off my shoulders, handing the heavy fabric to an impeccably dressed attendant whose smile was practiced and distant. The room was immediately inviting, lit not by harsh spots, but by strategically placed, low-hanging copper lamps that cast everything in a flattering, golden hue.

Ahead of me, the main bar stretched in a smooth, polished crescent of black marble. It was moderately occupied, dotted with sophisticated gatherings: a few single women nursing complex, jewel-toned cocktails with an air of quiet confidence, and several couples whose intense, low-voiced conversations suggested business or perhaps discreet intimacy.

But as my eyes adjusted to the low light, a subtle friction snagged my attention—a detail that contradicted the entire advertising campaign. I was utterly surprised to see men at this club. The establishment was renowned, almost legendary, for its stringent policy marketed as a female sanctuary: "The Sisterhood’s Sanctuary," a networking and social hub specifically for powerful women. Yet, there they were—three men seated alone, their posture professional, looking neither out of place nor entirely comfortable.

The atmosphere was further complicated by the absurd and mandatory adherence to the strict dress code. It was a uniform of bizarre dichotomy, designed, it seemed, to challenge conventional expectations: the crisp, starched elegance of a formal button-down shirt—sleeves perfectly rolled, collars sharp—paired jarringly with the deliberate casualness of worn, bright beach sandals. The sight of polished tuxedo trousers ending abruptly at a pair of scuffed flip-flops was disconcerting, yet everyone, male and female alike, wore the uniform with an air of practiced nonchalance, suggesting that the rule served some deeper, unspoken purpose