Adi gave me a little kiss on the cheek before she left for upstairs. I tried to fix myself up, but I couldn’t do it right. I put too much gunk in the grooves around my nose. All I had was a pink skirt and a red tank top in my locker. I never really matched but I didn’t care. I didn’t think that the men cared either. If they didn’t like what I was wearing, so what. I had high heels and big tits.
Adi was the only thing that ever made me get back up there. I wanted to see her dance. The way she moved made it seem like nothing bad had ever happened in her body. Pushing away the floor with her feet, shaking her hips, smiling: Come with me, come … Adi’s tongue slid in front of her teeth, you had to be quick to see how she did it, first coming out between her two lips, then curling over her teeth, licking: Come. When she shook her ass at a guy, it was like she was in love with him. Her pussy out in front of his mouth, she’d hold his chin and practically feed it to him.
It was as if Adi had no fear. The way a vulture has no fear when it’s eating the dead.
When I watched her dance, I knew I could do it too. Rush through the beat of those hundred white eyes, plow through the stink of their forced-back come. The men in tight circles, with gritting teeth and short breaths, moving their bottles up to their mouths.
‘Mira! Mira!’
It all happened in slow motion. Those men didn’t know if what they were looking at was real.
‘Hey, I liked your dance, sweetheart,’ said the bald one in front of me. His stomach bulged out like a baby’s. ‘Sweetheart, c’mere.’
The guy tapped his knee. I moved hip to hip toward him and turned myself around. I always showed them my ass right away.
‘Yeah. I like that, darlin’.’
I sat on his thigh and wiggled around, pretending to get comfortable.
‘Yeah, shit! I like that.’
I arched my back over the guy’s gut and pumped my hips in time to the beat. I felt heat from the floor move up to my cunt.
‘Name’s Bill, darlin’.’
I kept moving myself.
‘How much for another?’
‘Forty.’
‘All right, another. I like how this one moves.’
There was a man at the table with Bill, a skinny guy who’d taken off his glasses. I saw his hands move underneath the table. Two of them, I was getting off the two of them! Bill started snorting behind me, telling me I was a wild girl. I thought for a second that the whole bar was watching my tits move up and down in my top, watching the way that my ass did a grind. I thought all the guys were going to gather around just to witness my cunt glistening.
‘Wild, Mira, wild!’
I stood up and braced my hands on the table. I bent my knees deep and pumped back in his face.
‘Oh man, shit, she likes that!’
I turned around quickly and raised my hands in the air. I was dancing now, just like Adi. I looked down at Bill’s eyes. They were squinty and roaming. I put my hands on his chin and made him look up.
‘I’m gonna take this wild one back to the hotel!’
‘Don’t do that,’ I heard the other guy say. ‘They have it right upstairs if you want it.’
I’m shaking, I thought. All I’m doing is shaking.
‘Nah. I want this one back at my place.’
‘I don’t do that,’ I said, smiling.
‘Yes you do, darlin’. How much you want?’
‘I don’t do that.’
‘Told you. She doesn’t do that.’