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by Generosa Goodhand
www.generosa-goodhand.com
generosagoodhand@aol.com
Not only is Generosa Goodhand one of the most ravishing women in Chicago,
she is a brilliant and creative writer. Her perspective is unique and always very real. Join her
in this series.
MANIFESTO PART FIVE
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The young acne faced guy on the back of the bus kept looking at me and
raising his eyebrows. I groan and look out the window at Speedway Blvd., wishing
I could escape this bus and the perverts on it. I had on very tight button
up cutoffs and a form fitting black shirt that was more like a bra. It was 112
outside and the bus wasn't much better. I wasn't in the mood for idiots to
hit on me when I looked over again and found this boy wagging his tongue at me
provocatively. I flipped him off and rang the bell, suddenly elated to
get off at the next stop. I had been really nervous and excited at the same
time, all this effort and time and travel and here I am finally going to apply
for THE JOB.
On the left, just before Circle K it stood. An impeccable two story
building gleaming in the sun, nearly leaping off the street, it boasted the hottest
girls in Tucson and the biggest Limousine was parked out front. I watched with
my heart thumping in my throat and lowered my shades to get a better look.
"This Friday...XXX star Tammy Love" the huge billboard in front read. I felt
salty sweat break from my neckline and roll down between my breasts, collecting
in my bra shirt. Why did I have to wear black? Just then a girl in her late
twenties exited the club in comfy street clothes, a backpack slung over her
shoulder and an oversized bouncer behind her, carrying a duffel bag with
impossibly high heels hanging out of the top. I remember thinking... those have got
to be the fucking most coolest shoes I have ever seen. I took a huge breath
and walked into the club.
I stood in a small entrance room. Blacklights ran the length of the floor
and ceiling and a buff young guy in a black t-shirt stood behind a clear
counter, tapping his fingers on the top and looking at me specutively. I pretended
to be looking at the items inside the glass box, novelties and magazines. He
eyes me suspiciously then went back to thinking about his tan. Through the black
velvet flaps that hung to the left, I could hear loud music and the purr of
some dj's voice. “The next hot body to hit the stage.." My eyes widened and
a sense on anxiousness hit me and I struggled with myself to gain composure.
I felt like... that is the future around the corner. This is what you want
more than anything. And I did.
I tiptoed to the curtain and peered through. Immediately goose bumps formed
on my arms and my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Fog was being released
into the air around a high glossy black stage, swirling there in the strobe
lights. Whirring colored lights cut holes through the dense fog and I caught
sight of a neon green gtsring, then soon the willowy body under it. A girl in
short chaps was strutting across the stage, her neon gstring glowing between
her ass cheeks and the chaps on the outside. Her breasts bounced with each
step of her high heels and she smiled up at the corner of the room. I turn to
see what she is looking at and notice the dj booth, inconspicuously in a loft
in the left top darkness of the club. He motions something and she acts as if
she is riding a horse, rocking her hips back and forth and spanking the air
in front of her. She laughs, she even seems bored. I am not. I am too
thrilled to move.
I continued peeking though the curtains, I could not stop staring around. I
am a really observant person and just soaked up the club in a matter of
seconds, from the second floor stage and VIP lounge where gentlemen in cuff
links sat with naked girls dancing in their laps, to the waitress with match
sticks on her nipples that, for a dollar would light them. I was getting up my
nerve to walk in, ask for the application. I knew I could do it. Fear kept me
froze in place though desire propelled me forwards. Torn between myself, I
stood boosting my morale, telling myself I WAS as sexy as these girls. You
always think you're the hottest one until you see others. That’s when girls
nature creeps in and you become doubtful of your own beauty.
My mind was finally made up to go all the way in. Sometimes my nerves got
the better of me and I stood fumbling for a Galiouse and lit it, wishing my
boobs were bigger. A woman with breasts like melons had taken over the stage
and was doing splits and other various moves, at one point managing to get the
heel of her shoe entwined in the back of her hair. She laughed it off and I
thought it was the sexiest mistake I had seen. A tattoo above her ass on her
lower back read, GRACE. I watched Grace dance and felt myself relaxing and
becoming eager for what I wanted and I drew my shoulders back and assumed a
pouty expression. I parted the curtain to step through and a deep voice behind
me said “May I help you?" Reeling, I jump ten feet in the air and spin
around to see the doorman standing behind me, flexing his biceps. “Fuck don't
scare me like that." I spit out irritably, still very impressed by his
stature. It was a well known fact to me that boys with awesome bodies like gods
were most of the time dumb as a box of rocks. I felt I could overtake him. “Are
you going in or not?" he asks, standing in his TENS SHOWCLUB T-shirt,
watching himself in the wall mirrors. He had a large hickey on his neck that
looked painful.
I fake smile and squint my eyes, nodding my head at him sarcastically and
attempt to move. “I.D." he states like it is the funniest thing in the world,
like he has caught me. He holds out his hand, smiling at me. I pretend to
fumble through my purse, the back of my throat way too dry. My hands begin to
shake. He holds out his hand and clears his throat, smiling even bigger,
revealing wolf teeth. With a flutter of a heart beat, I turn around and run like
hell, feeling tears break out. Flee the club like a little girl you idiot I
silently told myself and ran back to the hot concrete bench that marked the bus
stop. I had no idea how I was going to get an I.D... but I would stop at
nothing to get one.
written by Chicago Escort - Generosa Goodhand
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