Tuesday, July 7, 2009

the stage

she slowly lowered her hips and gracefully grind it to mine. then she neared her topless body on my sweating face. i could see her nipples from that distance. they were as hard and smooth as seashore pebbles that reminded me of the young ladies from our province splashing in the morning tide.

i wondered what is her name? her real name? where she came from? where she is living? and hows her life before and after this?

she then found her position above my lap and guided my hands towards her smooth back and slided it right on her behind. i could tell she have been doing this for quite sometime now. but what stuck me the most was the strong foundation scent on her body, that reminded me of my grandma who used to wear the same scent as she goes to church every dusk five years ago before she died.

then, she lightly pressed her breast on my bleeding cheeks as it revealed what she was hiding beneath her skin. if she have pressed it a little harder, i could have already loss my lips.

i then recalled the first girl i have laid my lips almost a decade ago. i know i was stil young and immature back then. but now, recalling it, i am proud to say that it was atleast the purest kiss i ever gave and received from someone.

suddenly she removed my glasses and tossed it to the air. for a moment i felt i was sharing the same bareness with her. she moved her way above me, body still touching each other. she was already a couple of feet above my head: standing on my seat and legs wide apart, when she revealed to me what everyone came for.

the crowd screamed. but i was still partly clueless for what will happen. all i know was my heart roared like it never did before. then i saw her pelvis coming. it was something that i didn't expect since we didn't get the vip room and just sat on the regular couch. i took a deep breath as if making a big plunge into something unknown. the cheering grew louder when she rapidly humped her behind right on my face. it was a complete shut down, i tell you. until she jumped off the couch and danced her way back to the stage. then she stared back at me. on that moment, she was no longer smiling, no more suggestive look neither a tempting grin. all i saw was just a blank and emotionless face that somehow told me a lot of stories about her.

suddenly, rapid flashes of images of my mom flew across my head. i knew that stare was familiar. until i realized that it was the same set of eyes that my mom used to give me whenever she pays me a visit here in manila and leaves back to bicol the next day. then i wondered if she has kid/s as well and if she gives the same stare before she goes here every night.

the night went through with more women dancing. most were topless. while some gathered all there courage to go out completely naked. you could see among everyone outside the stage that they were dying with their own anticiaptions. but for me it was more questions and more stories to contemplate.

until she finally came out of the darkness again. this time, she was covering her breast and vagina. she has this innocent stare, that just made everyone flying with their imaginations. they were completely out of their touches, not because of the alcohol they were drinking all night but rather with the sight infront of them.

then the next thing that happened was unexpected she dived right down with a split, lowered her breast until it touched the floor, pointed her finger to her lips, then acted as if she didn't have a clue of what happened. i honestly loss count of how many bottles i have drunk. all i could remember was i emptied half of my bottle in one gulp. then i thought, such desperate move might be calling for something really big.

when the music ended, almost 30 ladies came out and piled infront of the stage with number tags hanging on their bikinis. then the dj started talking and bargaining. everyone gave their best smiles and poses. for a moment, i felt like i am inside a market looking at the best catches for the day. as numbers were announced, each of the girls came down the stage and went to their respective tables. i was dead scared with the thought that one of my friends might ask for one as well. fortunately, they didn't.

when the time finally ran out, only five girls were left and one of them was her, standing on that almost empty stage. their smiles were no longer as wide as they had it earlier. but it wasn't clear what kind of emotion they were wearing.

nonetheless, for me, it was actually mixed emotions. i was happy because this would mean that they will be going home early that morning and atleast live the life away from this for the rest of their day. on the other hand, i felt sad for them, specifically to her, because afterall she have done for the entire night, she will be going home with thousands lesser than the rest of the girls. meaning, more nights to endure before she could actually save and live the life she really wanted.

after we called it a night and parted ways, i then realized that this experience just affirmed the feminist in me, and most especially the humanity in me.

if only people can just read stories behind whats actually infront of them, then perhaps, we can be more of the mirons than we are now.

14 comments:

the geek said...

if only one can see beneath the naked bodies of these women...

if we only hear the stories they wont share...

if only...

i am sad too but that is reality. i have to say that these women are so brave...

gillboard said...

You really have a fascination with people doing these kinds of job. i notice that with your fictional works.

Knox Galen said...

You've done justice to her story. And I am impressed that despite your adventures, the real you still emerges. Kudos.

Hindi ka na la traidora from now on.

Yup, sakit sa kanya nun. In short, wala na siyang asim. :( It must have taken a dent on her pride.

Lance punkies07 said...

i been to sexy bars several times during college and maybe a couple while at cebu, pero i never make it a point to hook up or something..first, im not the maniac type..lols but sometimes it's them who triggers the act with the main goal of juicing out the bucks from that persons pocket, of course.. And I agree, everyone has our own story..

ash said...

star**** and the midnight auction :)

i would think it is just all in a day's work for them souls.

Yj said...

Miss Universe? Asian Entertainment? Saan ka napadpad Ewik?

nung first time ko sa ganitong lugar, i felt a bit envious of the girls.... ewan ko, feeling ko kung magaling lang akong sumayaw gaya nila... gigiling din ako sa stage na yun.... but then that's just the porn star in me..... :)

<*period*>; said...

awwww,but you surely made me proud

Eternal Wanderer... said...

I remember watching a girlie show in Bangkok. I felt nothing but a sense of degredation for the women.

Then I watched a boys' show. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

My friends said i was doing the double standard thing.

Kiber.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DN said...

Isa ka nang tunay at ganap na vegetarian. :D

Pechay, anyone? :P

lucas said...

very bold and visually scintillating. sensual but craftily made :) bravo as usual !!!

kiel estrella said...

nice post.

i think you may be feminist but mostly you are humane.

Chyng said...

kaingget!
alam mo mas mabuti kang tao kung in advance ina-announce mo yung mga play dates nyan! (o dba, demanding!) :D

Allan said...

off-topic: panalo ka Eternal Wanderer!

such a brilliant post. it's the tragedy of life. some people are forced to suffer the degradation of humanity. nakakalungkot talaga...

ulitin ko lang, ang ganda ng post... :)

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