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.
"She has lots to learn. This ain't one of her internet videos. You know why I strip? I literally have to. For my son. Keisha twerks her ho ass on the internet, comes to the strip club, and gets treated as a commodity? I'm sorry, what? I had to bust my ass there. And you know it ain't easy being a stripper," Daisy said. I turned my head to her, looking at her.
"What does it take then?"
She took a deep breath.
"It takes confidence in yourself to be a stripper. While you're onstage you have to believe that you are the sexiest thing alive. Tease them. But not toss it at them, you know? And do you know how many hungry looks, how many eye-fucks, how many drunken men have tried to tap my ass I've gotten since I've been there? A lot. Keisha likes the attention of it all. The old me would too. But I do it for my son. I'm not going to be there forever. Hell no. I'm going to business school and everything at TSU," She said. TSU was a college walking distance from my school.
"Wow. Hustle mentality. I like that. Does anybody there know you strip?"
"It was never a secret. I'm just saying what it's like on the other side," She said.
I was guilty of all the "eye fucking" and "tapping asses" part. She made me feel kind of guilty. We eventually got to my side of town, stopping at my house.
"Hey, Shawn. I'm working tonight if you want to see me. I'm performing," She said.
"Yeah, I can see you tonight. I want to do something else too..."
At that moment, I felt a lot of emotions. I leaned in and kissed her. It was supposed to be a short yet sweet kiss. She kissed back. It became longer. She began to breathe heavier. Her breaths turned me on. Her lips tasted so sweet. She broke off the kiss and smiled. Breathless and with an erection, I couldn't help but smile back.
