Back at the club.
Lately I had devised a new tactic to be at the club without being at the club. I mean realistically it was getting harder and harder to justify a presence at the club, the product was working so why was I here in frequency- mostly cause I could relax here. These people knew me by now. My plan was simple, work in the bar. I could work in any bar really but why not at one where people knew me and I knew them.
The club had become one of the better co-working spaces I would ever find in town. I mean its a bar, ok a bar with girls, ok its a bar with girls, dances and VIP rooms, and a stage, and notes about SEX work and don't take drugs posters, and a crazy multi-language guy in the bathroom that would hand you towels after you wash your hands.
My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult flooded the stage with Sex on Wheelz. The tune is a sexual rumble masterpiece. I didn't think I'd hear it in there, but I enjoyed it. Two girls graced the stage, one was on pole 1 and getting into the strumming beat of the song, confident and teasing the crap of several customers ringside, another on pole 2, she was a medium build blonde, pretty but lost a bit. She was glued to the pole, she didn't climb it, merely spun on it. You could tell her confidence was low spinning endlessly hugging the pole. Was she new, just getting used to this notion of dancing, stripping herself for money to men she'd never know or want to know. In contrast the other girl was getting dollars flung at her as she kept with pace of the song milking it for every engagement aspect she could. Back to the simple spinner girl. I couldn't help but wonder the psychosis forming behind her eyes. In time would she master it, get into it, or was it just another job in a line of jobs and things to do that day.
I thought of Ally and heard a line in my head- "Want to change someone else, change yourself first.".
I forget where I had heard that line, some movie, some show. Staring at the girls dancing I thought about it for a second. I was changing and that was impacting Ally in an adverse way. I wanted her to initiate, be like the wild dancer on pole 1. I wanted her in sync with life, the music around us, I wanted her to work it, work me. But maybe she was the girl on pole 2, still figuring things out.
"This is a fantasy for them ya know.." the manager said to me, noticing my locked stare on the girl on pole 2. "Alot of these girls, they want to find this side of themselves, they dream about being a dancer, about being this." he said calmly. All I see are heels on mirrored plates attempting to find rhythm. Could he tell I was noticing the start of someone in the making.
"You think too much Parker." the manager said patting me on the back. He went to the bar, got me a beer, and handed it to me. "Your girl doesn't come in till 10pm ya know.." he said with a wide grin. My co-working facade exposed- sure it helped me get some work down, and I could be here and not ringside, thus saving dollars, but I was still here for another real reason.
I returned to the bar, back to my glowing laptop screen, it wasn't 10pm yet. I had more time before I would surrender to my desire. My mind rattled with memories of me thinking too much, as usual.
"Kinda deep..." Vera said to me. "I look at this as simply having a good fucking time..." she said with a smile.
Ok lets focus on that Parker- let's just have a good fucking time. Do we need to overthink a shot a tequila- clearly its just the spirit, suck it down. There's no mixture to debate in a shot. It is the spirit and only the spirit, so consume it. Let your chemistry do the rest.
Pre-game time, lets have that shot I figured. I ordered a shot at the bar, tequila, I never did shots tequila but she did, so I should just get into it. I liked the simplicity really. Plus it wasn't over complicated like so much of myself these days. Taste wise I was more of a kamikaze, but maybe thats just because I was introduced to that shot in another similar circumstance? A snakebite was tasty and took me back to Texas. I wondered, did I have any original shot aspects about myself, or did i borrow everything from someone else.
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Casually Compromised - Book 1
Non-FictionThe first book in the Casually Compromised series. A story of tech founders in strip clubs. A tale of analysis on stress of being. A man who does get compromised in a way and analyzes this alongside the weird world of technology and startups. We fa...