A Private Dancer for the Strippers
by Jack Corbett

Inevitably Jan had her turn at the farm but not without being well stocked with Crack. We made a deal. Party most of the night before getting it out and since we both knew what a glutton she was for it we agreed to lock it up in the gun safe. Doing without she decided it was time to bring out the lesser of the two evils----the bottle of Cuervo.

"What are we toasting to?" I asked her as we stood next to the kitchen countertop.

"To getting fucked up," Jan replied with a mischievous grin. Then not bothering to take the glass to the family room or as much as sitting at the kitchen table, we downed them.

"I'll have another," she said.

And so it went. Shot after shot--------five or six in a row inside of half an hour, and then it was time to hit her up on the big question. "Jan, how about our having some methyl blue?"

"Sure....why in the hell not, "she replied, laughing. It was the stuff that made you piss blue, the color of sano flush or deeper blue still. I had it in granular form in a little plastic model and mixed some of it in two glasses then poured water into both of them before handing Jan hers.

'Down the hatch. Let's get it over with," she said as she gulped it down. Then I drank mine as I marveled at how her lips and tongue turned blue.

"Let's go somewhere-------let's head to a club over by St Louis, " she suggested.

"No.......Let's head somewhere close if we go anywhere at all," I countered knowing all too well that she could easily stay out all night and sleep in the whole next day while I couldn't. "How about Honey Bend?"

"Sure...why in the hell not." It was the little strip club only twelve miles from the farm. One she had never been to. Fifteen minutes later we were in the pickup truck driving South towards Litchfield.

The Honeybend Strip Club was in the middle of nowhere, Honey Bend being a little community out in the country . Only thing is I could never fathom where it was--- catching no signs of a small town in the vicinity. There was that sign off the frontage road that read Honey Bend. There one turns East and drives a half a mile down the road before seeing two buildings. The first is the smaller of the two. This is the strip club. The other one, fifty yards away used to host a country night club. A band used to play there every night. Downstairs there were pool tables. There must have been three or four levels in all and at one time hundreds of people would be there in one night. Now it was vacant. Leading up to it was a wooden walk that was covered, still lit up the way it used to be.

But we were looking for strip club action and were more interested in what was inside the place rather than outside. Just before driving into the club's parking lot Jan and I had vowed to each other that we would do something real derelict once we got there. By this time we were drunk enough to make it foolish for anyone to bet against us. Inside the doorman who was also the club's bartender collected $13.00 or $6.50 for each of us. In the Metro East clubs the girl always got in free and the steepest cover charges were normally $5.00. We knew we were being ripped off. Right away I asked the doorman--bartender...."You don't mind our doing a private dance together, do you?"

"Not at all. Not so long as the dancers don't object,"the man replied.

"Time to take the gloves off," I told Jan as we entered the room that had the stage. Then after heading back to where the girls did their privates------"As long as we are doing a private together, I'm taking my shirt off."

"I'm taking my top off, "Jan replied as we both started to shed clothing. But we didn't stop there. As soon as I had my shirt off------"I'm stripping to my jockey shorts. These jeans have got to go."

"Mine too." Everyone watched as we stripped to our undies. Suddenly the doorman was on us.

"Alright. That's enough. You two better get your clothes back on."

I looked at Jan as if to say..."Can't we have a little fun. Can't we be ourselves without being hassled to death. Obviously at least one of the dancers had complained. Later on, I was to find out that nearly all of them had since what customers who were in the club were more interested in Jan and me than in the dancers they were expected to tip.

"No reason to stay here, " I told Jan. "I'm driving us back to the farm. Drinks are cheaper there."

Time to get out the crack pipe. After all, a deal's a deal. It was all for her. Certainly not for me. When we got back, we found ourselves standing up next to each other naked with her already high. "Get me a mirror, if you don't mind."

Standing in the family room in front of the book case she now had a small mirror in her hand which she kept holding in front of her face. "Do you have a lighter?" she asked. Sure I did. Within seconds she had me holding it in front of us so that she could more closely study her face. After awhile the lighter became hot in my hand. But no sooner than I shut it off than she started complaining about the lack of light in the room....even though there were two hundred watt floodlights right in front of us and over the bookcase.

It was daylight when I took her home. Before we reached St Louis she told me that she and her boyfriend were moving to Detroit and that they were leaving within the week. I knew she was going but somehow knew they were coming back. I proved to be right but in the meantime it was time for the other girls.