It had been awhile since I have been back to the Factory. Even though I had not been in some time, I didn't want to seem like some perverted strip club addict or something. I think that ship has sailed already. My thoughts were filled with undressing women. Lillian. Keisha. And...
"Hey, Shawn!"
I jerked out of my trance for one second. It was Daisy in her car.
"Need a ride?" Daisy said. I was waiting on the next bus. I quickly contemplated my options.
"Hey, Daisy. Where you going?" I said.
"Where you going, Daddy? I'm getting ready for work," She said, semi-flirtatiously.
"Shit, I'm going home to relax," I said.
"I can make you relax..." She said, licking her near perfect lips. I felt my penis twitch to stand at attention.
At this time, I was at my college campus. Before the light changed, I hopped in her car. We sped off as soon as the light changed.
"So, Shawn..."
"Yeah?" I said, looking at her tilting my head, as her music blasted in the car.
"You miss me?" She said rubbing my shoulder.
"How?"
"Last time you were at my job, you were looking for me. You miss me, don't you?" She said, with a smile.
"Well, when you say it like that..."
"I heard you saw the shiny new toy last time you were there," She said.
"You talking about... Keisha? I got to say... she's something. Y'all got good eyes for talent," I said, matter of factly.
"You know why I do what I do?" She asked.
I was waiting for this question for years, but was afraid to ask it for some reason.
"Keisha strips because she likes men looking at her body. Admiring it. She's a voyeur. But the thing is... She was giving it up afterwards, was she?"
"Yeah. She was. Didn't do anything with her though." I said.
