We can see the outside, at least the part not covered by clothing. For that matter, clothing can tell us something too, although it can often put a sexy front on a cold fish. But what goes on inside someone, a working girl, for example, can only be imagined. Over time, actions and words can fill in parts someone’s vast uncharted inner life, but only parts.
I am thinking in particular of Deysi, a chica who worked one of the nighttime venues in San Jose. It was a step down from an actual strip club, but on weekends, at midnight, there would be a show of some sort. Sometimes it was a halfhearted dance from a marginally appealing chica, and sometimes it was something quite impressive. Deysi was impressive.
I will note here that I had enjoyed Deysi’s company before I saw her perform. She had a pretty face, nice smooth brown skin and an above average figure. In bed, she was a little unusual. She gave the impression that she was somewhat reluctant to let herself go, but she warmed up quite quickly and the end result was very passionate. The fact that I was with her multiple times is testimony to her passion and charms.
I was a pretty frequent customer at her place of work, and she was always friendly, never possessive like some chicas get. But all of this is prelude to watching her do her performance on stage. Her dancing was not really the centerpiece of her act. The centerpiece was a bottle of beer. She would drink some of it, to start with. Then she would pour some of it over her chest and rub it around, obviously turning herself on in the process.
There was still beer in the bottle, and she used some more of it below her waist, in that special spot between her legs. The expression on her face became more and more lascivious and eventually she used the bottle itself to stimulate herself ‘down there.’ And she wasn’t done yet. She then took the bottle and took a drink of the beer. Yeah baby! And THEN… offered a sip to the guys sitting in the front row. Very generous of her, I say. Some guys would accept, others decline, but Deysi seemed to truly get off on doing her act, though I got the sense that she felt a little ashamed of letting herself go wild like that.
I thought it was sweet how she had this sexual demon inside her that she tried to suppress, but never succeeded. Damn! She was fun. I miss her.