After one of my R rated shows a bunch of the entertainment staff invited me join them at the disco for a drink. The place was packed with mostly young adults 20-25. It was amazing the choices in outfits some of the women had made for formal night; whorish princess is the term that comes to mind.
One “lady” stuck out more than the other. We shall call her Cruise Snooky. She was wearing an extremely tight & short pink dress that had more holes than material. Do you remember making paper snowflakes in school when you were a kid? You fold the paper, cut it and unfold it and the holes would all match... this is what the dress looked like. Through the spaces you could clearly see black panties and a bra. All that was missing was a sign that revealed her hourly rate.
Cruise Snooky’s get up was one thing, her spastic and seizure like dancing made me think that she truly didn’t get enough hugs as a child. She would gyrate against her girlfriend who was wearing a dress that was at least 2 sizes too small, then grind with a pony tailed douche of a boyfriend who was wearing his best white tank top & cut off denim shorts on formal night.
It was mesmerizing and freakishly captivating. I could clearly hear the beat but they were dancing to something entirely different.
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