My son's band was playing at a nice bar downtown and the evening had been uneventful except for the normal dancing and posturing by the young people as each fought for their place in the mix.
It was late night, approximately 1:00am and the band was starting their last set of the evening. Just as the first song began we noticed a “lady” who ran up to the side of the stage nearest to where we were sitting. She was slender built with abnormally large breasts. Her dress held them squeezed so tightly together that most of us could only stare as we knew they would pop right out of her dress at any moment. It appeared that she wanted them to pop out as she would lean forward and shake them at the band often. They somehow held on tightly and remained in place. This beautiful rose pink satin dress not only exposed her breasts predominately but the bottom of the dress ended abruptly and way too short. The dress barely covered her “who-who” when she stood straight up, so each time she bent over to shake her boobs, we could see her “you know what!” She wore a lacy pink thong that disappeared into the unknown.
The show had just begun for her even though the band was on its last set. The band members couldn’t help but notice all of this peep show action and would glance over now and again.
This lady was not getting enough attention to satisfy herself, so she decided to put on a real show. The band was playing a song by OutKast that says, “I love the way you move” Somehow she seemed to feel it was being sung personally to her.
Suddenly she grabbed the hem of her dress and jerked it up above her waist, where it remained. So there was her bare butt with that pink thong peeping out here and there. I saw the band members tap each other to make sure they all got a good look at this now on-going show. She danced with moves unlike any I had ever seen before. She could have been a contortionist or a circus performer. How could anyone move like that? She moved with the beats of the music and ended in all sorts of positions. Then she turned to face our table with absolutely nothing on from her waist down except for a tiny strip of pink satin...it was all there for the world to see. I sat up straight unable to look away.
Among those at my table was a friend of my son’s that I had known since he was a child. He was now a college graduate with his masters in psychology. I will always remember his words as he leaned over to me and said, “Don’t worry Miss Juanita, they all shave ‘em like that now!”
I sat there torn between mortified, embarrassed, shocked, and total amazement. Did he really think that was what I was questioning at that moment?
It was another lesson in the complete lack of inhibitions that exists and appears to be the norm. As I sat there observing the late night party, I wonder what it is like in a “rough bar of bikers and hookers?” Oh to be a fly on the wall there...
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