What A Time To Be Alive: #WATTBA

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Plastic Bag

“If anybody know, I know.”

By 8:37 PM I am already sitting in the corner sipping on a Tito’s and Sprite. As I feel the light sting of the vodka in my throat I see her grab the pole, but tonight the song is different. The entire vibe is different.

“Get a plastic bag go ahead and pick up all the cash, go ahead and pick up all the cash…”

She sways with the music. She rubs her hands across her body and I fantasize about her tender touch. How glorious it must be to feel her fingers pressed against my skin. I watch as her tongue dances across her lips and I want to press mine to hers. I wish to pull her close and let her know that love isn’t just a four letter word. Love… Love is much more. It is a feeling, a state of mind, a place that I could take her to. I would be dedicated to her, I would love her madly, I would… I would be all that she needed.

“… Maybe one day, maybe one day…”

As the music dwindles and she slows down I notice something in her eyes. Tonight is different, she is different, and we are different. It is as if she is looking at me, but not just that, she is looking into me. Peering into my soul, and everything I feel she feels as well. Maybe tonight… Maybe tonight is the night we fall in love. Perhaps this will be the evening that I have been longing for, tonight could be the night that I hold her in my arms, and I won’t hesitate… I won’t hesitate…

She is standing in front of me. I must have lost track of time, I must have not been paying attention, because now here she stands with a confused smile on her face.

“Did you hear me,” she says smiling.

“I’m sorry,” I say not hearing a word prior.

“I see you here every Friday and you never let any girl dance for you. So would you like a dance or are you some creepy serial killer?”

I laugh not surprised that she has the ability to evoke this emotion. Even still I want to say not like this, we can’t begin this way. But before I can even formulate a response she speaks for me.

“Come on! I won’t take no for an answer.” With that she grabs my hand and begins to walk me to the back of the club.

She sits me down. My heart is racing, and I watch as her body glides to the door. She turns toward me and backs up to close the door. A smile delicately placed upon her face, the dim lighting is just bright enough for me to make out her beautiful features, and I see her long strands of hair dancing on her shoulders and she makes her way back to me.

I put my hands out palms up as if welcoming her back home and strangely she takes them in hers. Just over her shoulder I can make out a sign that reads No Touching Policy Strictly Enforced, I pay this no mind. We are alone and I have waited to feel her body pressed to mine.

“So are you even curious about how much this is going to cost” she asks while taking a seat on my lap.

“It doesn’t matter you’re worth every penny,” I say this with no hesitation. The look on her face says to me that no one has ever spoken to her this way.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she says laughing and playfully hitting my chest.

I shake my head and smile.

She rises from my lap and backs away from me. The music queues and she begins to move.

“But tonight me and friends we got money to spend, me and my friends we got money to spend…”

Her body and all its perfection is directly in front of me. I want to reach out and touch it, but I keep the rule in mind. Before I can long for the feeling of her close to me she inches toward me and places my hands on her hips. She begins to rub my hands up and down her body. She leans in and begins to speak into my ear.

“I see the way you look at me.”

“What,” I say barely able to catch my breath.

“I see how you look at me. You are here every Friday, but you say nothing. You just watch, but when I am up there it’s different.”

“Different,” I say pulling back.

“Two in the morning my mind is on you, four in the morning it still hasn’t moved. Hit me to tell me you get off at ten. Come here I make sure you get off again.”

“Yes different. It’s like when I’m up there it’s just you and I.”

“I feel… I feel…”

“The same,” she says pressing her forehead to mine.

I nod and before I can say another word our lips are pressed together.

When I open my eyes I am sitting back in my corner, not in the back room of Diamond Studios. I look around curious as to if I just dreamed kissing the love of my life. I close my eyes tightly and open them again. There she is still on stage dancing. I look around and I see there is a man sitting at the table next to me.

He smiles, “You must really like this one, huh? I thought you were going to fall out of your chair.”

I smirk attempting to make sense of what just happened.

The man leans a little closer to me, “Did you even notice you spilled your drink in your lap?”

I look down and notice he is right. I sigh deeply realizing it was just a dream…

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