Story on Display: Bacchus' Mistress

[noizchild]

Chapter Two: Silver Dreamer:

Sassy Megan’s. I am mostly here at nights. My spot is right close to the stage. I used to feel alive in this place. But now, even that’s dead inside of me. I can’t feel a thing. Ironically, this is one of the mostly lively places I visit. The lights are always flashing around me. The music pounds in my ear drums. Guys making cat calls to the girls on stage. I just sit in silence and drink my beer. I don’t even more when the colored light hits my face. Just another sleepless Friday night for me.

“Gentlemen!” the announcer’s voice ripped through the PA system. “Give it up for our newest stripper, Silver Dreamer!” The guys around me all cheered out loud. My eyes looked glazed over as I looked at the stage. The curtains slowly drew up. The cheering and cat-calls got louder. I prepared for another dream to float past me. But then, a new light opened my eyes wide.

She was a young thing. No more than fifteen years old, I guessed. I thought that I was dreaming at first. This girl looked so thin. Thin in a healthy way. Her skin looked a painted white. Her black and pink bikini top, black leather miniskirt, and black high-heeled boots made her look even paler. Her make-up could hide her nerves. My eyes stayed focused on this young stripper.

“What is a fifteen-year-old girl doing here?” I asked myself. “Isn’t it illegal for children to be working in the red light district in this country?” Goldfrapp’s “Strict Machine (We Are Glitter Remix)” began pounding in the background. The girl took a second to get ready.

“Come on, baby!” one of the perverts yelled in the back.

“Dance, dance, dance, dance!” they all chanted. The girl quickly nodded. Then, she started to do her dance. I stared at her with a new interest. I began to try and piece her together. I have seen many strippers in this club. This one... It was almost hard to describe her in words. She was just so young.  I even betted that she was still in school. I watched her every movement on the stage. Sliver Dreamer began to shimmy over to the pole. Her limber body went up it as if she was humping a tree on the way up. The perverts all stared at her rounded bottom. She swung around the pole and slid down to the stage. Silver Dreamer slid off her top. Her small, well-rounded breasts looked just as pale as the rest of her skin. An old man slipped twenty dollars down her skirt.

“Thanks,” the girl said in a whisper. As the music started to pick, the dancer got into it. Her skirt fell all the way to the stage and she kicked it away. She now only had on a black and pink thong. The perverts all cheered and made cat-calls as she continued her dance.

I couldn’t explain what I was thinking or feeling at the time. My eyes stayed glued to Sliver Dreamer throughout the whole show. I apologize in advance for sounding so corny, but this is the actual truth about this angel. I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to protect her from these perverts around me. But yet, I wanted to sleep with her myself. I felt like Humbert with Dolores in the novel, Lolita. Creepy? Call it what you will. That just what I felt, okay? So sue me!

When I had finished my last beer for the night, I came to a revelation. I just had to meet this little angel. Meet her and learn more about her.

Bacchus' Mistress

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