Rebeckka Black - Dance to Despair - Memoirs of an Exotic Dancer

“Honey, don’t worry, we know what we’re doing, just give me the money because were running out of time.” He began to slowly pull the money out of the money clip, bill by bill. Sefra slid the money off of the table and quickly stuffed it in her bra, while I watched the room to make sure that the waitress wasn’t around. “I am going to trust you two,” the man said as he slid the remainder of his money back into his pocket. That’s your misfortune, I thought to myself. In an effort to pacify the man, Sefra and I moved him over to another table that provided the illusion of privacy. We conversed with him for awhile and then Adam asked us if we would like to meet his wife. “You didn’t tell us that you were married, honey,” Sefra commented. “It must have slipped my mind,” Adam said.

“You girls would love my wife. She’s a real opened minded type of gal, lets me do just about anything I want. It’s hard to top that. As a matter of fact, she was in Playboy magazine a few years ago,” he boasted. “Really,” I said trying to act interested even though I was dead tired. “She’s out in the car waiting for me. Do you girls mind if I bring her in? She’s probably bored stiff by now,” he commented. I looked down at my watch. It was practically 4:00 in the morning. “It’s getting late,” I protested, “how about if we meet her another time?” He became angry.

“Give me my money back,” he demanded. I could feel the man’s leg frantically shaking under the table. Sefra poked me in the arm while giving me a dirty look.

“We would love to meet your wife, honey, I quickly said, why don’t you go out and get her.” I was absolutely livid because I wanted to go home. Yet, in the same token, I didn’t want to have to give the guy his money back either. Therefore, I had no other choice but to go along with the program. Sefra laid in on me as soon as he left to go outside, “If you don’t want the money that’s fine, but don’t blow it for me!” Her comment infuriated me. “Look,” I argued, “I’m not sitting here until 5:00 a.m. with some freaky swingers, so you better think of a way to get rid of him fast.” Sefra rolled her eyes. “Look, he’s coming back, just be cool, this won’t take long,” she insisted. Adam was making his way back to the table; but instead of having a woman with him, he was carrying a large plastic bag.

“Where’s your wife?” I inquired. “She’s right here,” the man said as he opened the bag and proceeded to pull out a limp female like form. “What is that?” I asked. Sefra walked over to where the man was standing and lit a match. “It’s my wife,” he insisted. “She’s really sexy,” Sefra remarked, “can I see her?” I grabbed Sefra’s arm and pulled her over to the side. “It’s some stupid blow up doll, who cares,” I insisted, “we’ve got his money. Now let’s get him out of here,” I said.

“What if he’s got more money?” she protested. “So what if he does? I’m too tired to deal with this creep,” I snapped. “Let’s just go along with it and maybe we can get more out of him,” she pleaded. She did have a valid point, so I quickly changed my attitude. By now Adam had removed the object from the bag, and had propped it up on a nearby chair. “She’s beautiful,” Sefra said. “Let me go get a flashlight so that I can get a better look at her.” Sefra returned a few minutes later with a large black flashlight that she had taken from one of the doormen.

She shined the light on the limp silhouette that was flopped over the chair. It was definitely a blow-up doll, a naked one to be exact, with lifelike proportions. The doll had long black hair, huge breasts, and a large wide-open mouth. There was something hanging around the dolls neck that resembled a noose of some sort.

“What’s that around your wife’s neck?” Sefra asked. “That’s her favorite necklace, she likes to wear it when she gets frisky,” he calmly commented. Sefra began to run her hand over the body of the doll, but removed it quickly and wiped her hand on the side of her dress. “What the hell is all over this thing?” Sefra yelled,

“It’s disgusting!” I took the flashlight from Sefra’s hand and began to shine the light on the body of the doll.

“Knock it off,” he said as he pulled the doll away from my reach. I in turn, ripped the doll right out of the man’s hand, “I want to see what’s all over this thing, so I’m taking your bride into the bathroom for a few minutes.”

In order to avoid touching the doll, I dragged the thing by its long black hair across the floor and into the women’s washroom. When I opened the door to the ladies washroom, clouds of marijuana smoke bombarded me. Several of my co-workers were standing in the bathroom smoking dope. They noticed the blow up doll immediately and began to laugh.

“Did some guy murder his wife?” some one yelled.

“Something like that,” I replied.

“What’s all that red stuff all over it?” one of the dancers asked as she took another hit off of the joint. I looked down at the doll that was now sprawled across the dirty bathroom floor. The woman was right. There was something red smeared all over the surface of the hideous looking doll. I dragged the doll by one of its legs over to the bathroom sink because the light was brighter over there. I took a piece of paper towel and wiped some of the red substance off of the doll’s face. “What the hell is this? This looks like blood!” I exclaimed. I threw the grotesque doll into the corner of the bathroom and quickly begun to wash my hands. One of the dancers over heard my comment and began to examine the doll herself. “That’s blood alright. Where did you get this thing anyways?” she asked. I told her that a customer had just brought it into the club.

“You always find the sick ones, Sathen,” she commented.

“That’s what I am best at,” I said.

“I wonder if that blood is from an animal or human?” she asked.

I felt a sudden wave of nausea come over me. I left the bloody doll in the ladies room and went back over to the table where Sefra was sitting.

“Where the hell have you been? The guy left ten minutes ago,” she said.

“Really,” I remarked, “what a shame.”

I asked her where he went. She told me that he went home to get his credit card.

“What did you do with that stupid doll?” she inquired.

“You mean that disgusting thing with blood all over it?” I commented.

“Is that the stuff that I felt on the doll?” she asked.

“Why don’t you take a walk to the bathroom and see for yourself,” I suggested.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Sefra replied.

I asked her if she thought that Adam was really going to come back. She seemed to think that he was.

About thirty minutes later our dream date returned with a credit card in his hand. The waitress wasted no time and immediately ran the card through for a significant amount of money. She presented the voucher to the customer for his signature. As soon as the man signed the credit card voucher, Sefra and I took him over to one of the darkest booths in the club.

“What’s this?” the man inquired, “I thought we were going to a bedroom.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said as I pushed him into the booth. “You’re going to love it. This is a lot kinkier.”

“That’s right,” Sefra injected, “bedrooms are boring.”

The ugly man agreed. “By the way,” he said, “what did you girls do with my wife?”

I told him that she was in the bathroom freshening up. Sefra laughed.

“What was that red sticky stuff all over your doll, honey?” Sefra asked.

“She got a little too spunky for her own good. So, I had to show her who’s boss. It’s just a little blood from my hand,” the man insisted.