Imagine yourself on the streets of downtown Kansas City; tall buildings towering around you, horns honking in the distance, stoplights reflecting off the wet pavement. It's about 10:30 at night, and you're walking by yourself along the sidewalk. A cold breeze whips through the empty streets, pushing you along. Up ahead, you spot a club; the name, Club Eros.
A neon outline of a naked woman shaking her hips intrigues you, so you walk closer. The man in the booth looks and smells like he's not had a shower in days. His eyes are blood shot with small puffy bags beneath them. You just stand in front of the club, watching the eerie shadows the blinking neon lights cast upon the ground. Do you go in, or don't you? This obviously isn't the most up-kept of places, and probably isn't the safest. Just then, the wind kicks up, blowing a mixture of newspapers and cold air against your shivering body. "Hey bub... you coming in or what?"
"Yeah," you reply. "How much?"
"Ten bucks. " After paying your way in, and getting a black smiley face stamped on your right hand, you make your way inside. "Enjoy the show. "
You never used to go to these places. Well, every once in a while, but always with a group of guys. But that was in college, and college has been over for quite a few years now. Hell, half the fun was seeing who else was there, and having a laugh at the expense of the guys all by themselves. Poor old lonely bastards, but here you are. All by yourself in a strip club. A seedy strip club at that. Once inside, you're almost knocked down by the smoke. An overpowering aroma of cigarettes mixed with sweat and perfume lingers in the air. You follow the floor lights past the bar and make your way to an empty table close to the back of the room. Don't want to get too close, you might look desperate. Sitting down, you fumble in your pockets for your wallet.
Taking this as a sign, the waitress struts over. "What'll you have, hon?" Surprised by her presence, you only managed to say "coke.. " She gives you a once-over and a wink before departing back to the bar. Alone again, you look in you half-open wallet: a five, a ten, and six ones. It should be enough, you think to yourself. After all, you're not in here to spend money, you just came in to get out of the cold. You'll probably stick around for an hour, enough to get your money's worth. You sit back in your chair and take a look around the place. Black leather couches border the back of the room, some occupied by men with their hands in their laps, waiting intently for some company. You chuckle to yourself and shake your head, hoping that you never end up like that. Besides, you think, you could never afford it.
Suddenly, a beat starts pumping over the sound system. You listen intently, trying to figure out the song, when the announcer's voice booms over the loud speakers... "Starting off tonight's festivities... a home-grown Kansas City girl... she's sexy... she's sultry... and if ya get too close she'll bite your dick off... put your hands together for Club Eros' own... VIXEN!" You know the song... but you can't put your finger on it. It sounds like Nine Inch Nails... Just then, a spotlight shines on the stage, revealing a woman straddling a chair, her back to the crowd. Your breath catches... She's wearing a black thong and fishnet thigh-highs. You let me violate you... She starts to run her fingers through her golden blonde hair, piling it up on top of her head. It glistens in the spotlight. You let me desecrate you... Turning her head over her shoulder, she slowly lets her hair tumble down her back. You let me penetrate you... She opens her eyes and looks directly at you, a sly smile crosses her blood red lips as she slowly starts to turn towards the audience. You just barely catch a glimpse of her breast. You let me complicate you... As she begins to stand, you feel a sharp twinge stir inside of you. She's topless, and her breasts... oh, her breasts. Bouncy white melons with such large nipples... such a rosy shade of pink... just the right size to suck on. She begins to swing on the pole a little bit, twisting her lean body around it like a vine... taking it between her legs and softly grinding. Every move she makes is in tune to the beat of the song, and every man in the room has his eyes all over her. She works the pole, getting down on her hands and knees to collect dollar bills with her tongue. God, she moves like a cat... moving across the stage to lap up her tips. Such a perfect ass... round, supple... but all you can see are her lips, so full... so glossy red... you begin to feel a little light headed. "I want to fuck you like an animal" you whisper.
