Stripper at Atlantis in Ford Heights, Illinois, the towering Vegas style marble edifice on the cheapest land in the world, between the expressway off ramp to Lincoln Highway and an auto shop, in the grimy South Chicago suburb.
Athletic, she was a personal trainer at her gym, she told me, looking at me with an upturned, naturally beautiful, tanned face. Short, but extremely fit, toned with just a hint of female bodybuilder. I took her into a semi private alcove. Upon entering, she slipped off her high heels, setting them in the corner, and dropped her sheer bikini top and bottom on top. She stood facing away from me at a 45 degree angle as I sat on the smoothly upholstered faux leather lap dance seat. Bend over, I ordered, and she immediately complied, turning fully away and spreading her legs shoulder width apart, as if preparing for a strong 15 rep set of Romanian Deadlifts. Her upper body went down towards the floor, putting her rear end tilted back and open for my viewing, as if I was a competitive Judge. I leaned forward, putting my nose closer. You’re asshole smells like pussy, I told her. She replied, Well, they’re right next to each other. A very clean and pure, yet extremely humid pussy scent hung between her legs from dancing. She had the best smelling asshole ever. If I was dating her, I’d be afraid to press my face into her pussy, for fear I’d get lost and never want to return. I put her through her compulsory poses, front double biceps, rear lat spread. We talked about her day job, the much younger boyfriend from the gym. I claimed him, she said. She asked me twice, with a seemingly real yearning, to go into a private VIP room, like she wanted to fuck. VIP is $500 per hour, she gets half. Maybe the hottest, most fucked up chick I’ve ever seen.
In the hallway, I paid her for her time, $90, make it an even 100, with the shiny suited Security guy watching. As she disappeared like she was never really there, he said to me, Man, she’s really on something tonite, I’ve never seen anyone that high. I couldn’t help but ask him if he was a cop. Former Indiana Department of Corrections, 9 years, he confided. I told him I was in Prison for 20 years. He didn’t blink. Do you ever fuck the girls? I asked. No, because then they think they can ignore you, blowjobs only.
This was my life after Death, entombed for 21 and a half years in concrete and steel, back into the so called Free World, burdened with a set of knowing eyes, and a knowing Conscience, unable to step fully out of Hell, keeping in the company of people and places populating the rim of it.