i see you work at night,and are you sexually amused? what's it like to have a room of guys encircling you? how she moves and how she walks. they all patiently await while the heat from in their pockets could burn marks into their legs. without your needs and your support she'd have a job the same as ours - nothing daring. would she miss a job that's sex- thats sexual?
in every city there are dozens of these clubs where men can go. some people need a little challenge to their fantasies at home. there's a little tiny number on a fold of matches, the ink drips from a little dancer's pen. everybody wants that fold of matches to reinflate their confidence. hey, it is a job, it pays a lot. is it disservicing someone? and is it good to get these men worked up so sexual? older dancers gag at what new talent seems to mean. smaller tits and younger limbs can cause a fit of rivalry.
but it is a job, it pays a lot. is it disservicing someone? and is it good to get these men worked up so sexual?
Cars Pass In Cold Blood
there's a fire in the road where a frame is burnt and other automobiles are slowing down around the fire. lanes are backed up and people get all anxious inside. they've got a schedule to keep and don't want life to slip by. the siren and cube are coming up from behind. 1981 stereo is drowned from the sound. i see a car with an urge and a driver to control it. he's carried away because what he does is more important. cars pass in cold blood. i hold back, it's hard to; because i really want to block but realize it's a bad time for that. i try to stay calm and watch the ambulance pass, but as the car with the schedule pulled out of their lane, i had a terrible urge, but no driver to control it. don't get carried away because what he does is not important.