I went to a strip club once. This chubby bank manager was getting a phantom blowjob in a booth next to the entrance. He writhed around in his seat like a worm in a rain puddle while this lanky black girl in her early twenties mimed oral sex between the legs of his relaxed fit Dockers. His chapped little midwestern lips seemed to be mouthing dirty words, exposing gleaming rat beads in his mouth at the end of each syllable. It was disgusting.
His money ran out and the girl stood up and put her dress back on. It was tellingly white. She turned around and smiled. She said hi, seeming like she neither needed nor expected anything from us. Suddenly she was young and vibrant and bright and sunny and the rainclouds disappeared and the worms trotted back into the gardens to help the schoolkids grow tasty, colorful vegetables.
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