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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍
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Diana's hair was curled and pinned to perfection, her skin smooth as babies skin, her waist cinched in and her hips wide, replicating a coke bottle to the T. Her body wasn't the social preference or ideal type for some men in the 1960's but then again, her skin wasn't either.
She looked at herself once more, pressing out the nonexistent creases in her dress. Diana walked out onto the stage and Sammy gave her the go-ahead.
She slowly began to ease her way into the song. Her hip rocked to the beat while her silky voice accompanied the music. She could feel the eyes on her, watching her every move, but Diana was so used to it that it no longer affected her.
A lot of them won't admit it, but they found black women attractive. Diana has seen quite a few of them on the south side trying to get their needs satisfied. Sometimes failing horribly or getting what they want.
They found black women attractive but yet they saw them as unequal or easy. They said the right thing to get them out of their underwear, and just the thought of white man showing interest or dropping fifty bucks was flattering to them. Since working at Miramar Playa Hotel she had heard every play in the book as was unfazed by everyone's advances.
