Dick likes it near the darkest corner,
his Camel 100% pure nicotine,
bought from his only friend,
the one handed pusher.

Ties are set loose after the first gin and tonic.
Some, still in the office mode
network the bartender.
He smirks, then delivers a sloppy drink.

The DJ starts to play,
the Main Event gets her cue,
five minutes left before she takes center stage.
Her get-up: a fuchsia bra, Stetson, cowboy boots.

A heart tattoo on her thigh, sprinkled with glitter,
she slips into the Kool-Aid cherry colored panties,
rides them high, hip bones protrude,
little round belly sticks out,
just enough to want to knead it,
a pierced navel with silver rings,
and turquoise in the middle of her deep innie.

The music signals her again,
fake smoke blows from the sides of the cat walk,
clouds the halos of the patrons.

Amy moves to the beat by instinct,
the thought of her little girl being watched,
by the elderly neighbor has her worried.
The money tonight will be enough,
to get the two one way to Memphis,
the thought makes her ass move back and forth.
She makes eye contact with the revolting man on table eight.

The lesbian on table four fidgets,
her hand disappears from her whiskey, served straight up.
College boys stagger in, sweaty hands in jean pockets,
polite gestures as they try to find a stool.
Her bumps and grinds become more intense,
the men start to shove bills into her little tonga,
and some into her bra.

She smacks her lips as they push their grubby hands in,
but Amy is a professional,
she knows how to keep them from touching her nipples.

The fireman's pole is next,
she grabs it like a humongous penis,
then turns her back to it,
rubs her crack up and down,
some men unconsciously pull on their fly,
as if their dick were the hardness,
poking Amy's cheeks.

She then does her specialty,
places the Stetson on front,
rides it like a mechanical bull, 
then arches her back and does a Tina Turner,
her legs start to shake,
her body quakes,
another orgasm is faked.

Men start to whistle,
their saliva-covered fingers dig for more dough,
the tonga comes off, 
reveals a shaved pussy,
the bra is thrown across the room.
She leaves the stage with a
Stetson filled with green cum,
and her tickets back home.

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