The dim light strip club anthem of the south

We are small, going for the stardom in a bible belt constricted at the waist one horse town where the over pass killed the club and the customers merely want explicit trailor trash blow jobs done at high speed because of the two song limit, unless you were a rental....

Never lonely because the SLEAZE began drinking at three, I AM NUDE , NOT FEELING projective as much as i am PROJECTED, WORRY ON MY MIND, MONEY still to be made , Picking up their slack , "Excuse me" i say to the man who quietly wispers in my ear if i charge by the hour.... then tells me im worth 200.00....  My only rebuttle to that was " I AM NOT TAKING YOUR FUCKING FLACK, YOU SMELLY CHEAP BASTARD.... "  YOU have ALOT OF ROOM TO WEIGH MY VALUE!" "Go stain your wife beater up with more beer and ashes of the cigarettes that stain your teeth and grimey fingers." 

The night is young and i have rent due tomorrow so i morph into the alter ego MOLLY who lives in her pocket with skin as hard as the first batch of buscuits i ever tried to make.... A british accent because i loved the BBC shows as a kid... and the pursuasive ability of a car salesman trying to sell a low priced gilape to a family of six and it just so happens to be a van w a slight dent in the bumper..... mission

SELL SELL SEX SELLS...

Stage call i dance all together i made 6 bucks at the rack for shoving my TWAT in a horny old guys face just close enough so he could smell the sweet aroma of my locked up BOX.

Pole tricks n brusies and dragon back floor burn....

 I scurry around gathering up my thongs and top and loose ones that are barely visible because the lighting is so horrific to hide the actual looks of the girls of night - METH SCABS, POT Bellies and all gums usualy because they are addicted to the glass dick... that bought their girlfriend a rose.

all together i made 10.00 ....the night continues slowly dragging small incruments here and there made which bought me a straight up burbon to lubricate my mind to actually try to allow myself to be enchanted by a fat redneck who claims to have loads of material possecions and money while wearing tight sweatpants and a Nascar tee shirt two sizes to small.. I vomit in my mouth as he touches my thigh and his breath all over my cheek as he tells me he would like a rental... green is my face, neausea is what i feel .... GRIN MOLLY SHE CAN BARE IT..She always loved the SWINE And SLOTH....

We take the walk of daddy issues to the VIP Room where no security awaits just stained couches and black lights... we sit....  I say HELLO , IM Molly,  What's your name sweetie? Rudy, he replies...

Small minded talk as i get nude , no one will introude ,  i glide on his lap and he reeks of dispair and Skoll ... His pants do little to hide his erect dick, he asks me to call him Captian because his old naval buds called him that... he removes his shirt to reveal fat rolls and rough tufts of patchwork hair...he asks me to rub his chest with my breasts and grind on his old man fallis....  after three minutes the FAT bastard came all in his sweats.... he throws one hundred dollars on the floor and gets up and exits the club...

I sit collecting my humiliaition off the floor and wipe the sweat and few tears that shed while i had to grin and submit.... I

As i walk to the dressing room still naked to disinfect and disassociate from MOLLY i question myself looking at my lowered standard self in the mirror and sigh.... nothing profitable came rent didnt get made only a lower version of myself and morals remain... i go home take  a scaulding hot bath cleanliness to godliness ... for homeless i now am.... and i live out of a suit case w tatters of dreams n odds n ends ... and the repetive cycles of paper shoes scared my back.  nothing now to do but lay awake and wonder where the sign read wrong way no thru street... aint no going back to the rack or old men and old ball sacs and cheap thrills are making me too ill so GO THE Fuck away MOLLY... You are an empty shell one who can go to hell .... im not sellng my soul for a ticket straight to glass pipe dreams and lies.   

SEE i can forsee the change and dumbing down to upease is over....

i lost molly that night and never spoke of her til now just a facet i had to release to begin my life's saga of randomy revolving doors.

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