Just Fck Me - Dancing the Night Away
[SCENARIO] Dirty dancing
After work, Charlie went back to the club. He went home first, changed out of his suit put on jeans and went back. The box was still on his mind, the girls too. A lot of cons went out to clubs after they got out, but he hadn’t. Of course sex had been one of the first things he’d gone after when he got out but strippers hadn’t really entered his thoughts until Brandi and a sky so blue.
Now he stood in the back of the club with the night crowd, watching a girl pound against the walls of a plexi-glass box. It was the same routine from when he had walked in earlier today with Reese and he still felt the same instant revulsion and gut churning anger. Men and women watched, some out of curiosity, some with lust but the girl had been right. Everyone in the club seemed to agree, they liked girls in the box.
He didn’t, but he’d been in a box before and this one was even smaller than his cell had been.
But he stood back and tried to find the appeal in it. Their perp liked boxes, these people liked boxes and Charlie thought he knew why. The girl in the box, she was powerless. In the box she was an object, a simple sexual symbol that anyone watching owned. She had to dance, they just had to watch.
He watched too, followed the way her body curved, bent and dipped always careful of the clear walls around her. The girls behind her, not boxed in, could bend over fully, give men a good look between their breasts and the round curves of their ass as they reached for their toes. The girl in the box couldn’t. Her movements were limited, kept in by the walls.
Charlie liked the girls on the outside better. He could imagine getting those girls into bed, bending them over to touch their toes and holding onto their curves as he took them from behind. They were sexy, desirable, arousing.
The girl in the box made Charlie want to hit something. He kept thinking of the tire iron in his car. When he looked at the girl in the box, he could see himself swinging that tire iron to shatter the walls, break the girl out.
Brandi had danced in the box and Charlie suspected she hadn’t liked it either. He would have smashed the box for Brandi and her sky so blue because Brandi would have liked him being kind of broken.
He walked out of the club, no closer to understanding their perp but more aware than ever that he never wanted to go back in a box.
After work, Charlie went back to the club. He went home first, changed out of his suit put on jeans and went back. The box was still on his mind, the girls too. A lot of cons went out to clubs after they got out, but he hadn’t. Of course sex had been one of the first things he’d gone after when he got out but strippers hadn’t really entered his thoughts until Brandi and a sky so blue.
Now he stood in the back of the club with the night crowd, watching a girl pound against the walls of a plexi-glass box. It was the same routine from when he had walked in earlier today with Reese and he still felt the same instant revulsion and gut churning anger. Men and women watched, some out of curiosity, some with lust but the girl had been right. Everyone in the club seemed to agree, they liked girls in the box.
He didn’t, but he’d been in a box before and this one was even smaller than his cell had been.
But he stood back and tried to find the appeal in it. Their perp liked boxes, these people liked boxes and Charlie thought he knew why. The girl in the box, she was powerless. In the box she was an object, a simple sexual symbol that anyone watching owned. She had to dance, they just had to watch.
He watched too, followed the way her body curved, bent and dipped always careful of the clear walls around her. The girls behind her, not boxed in, could bend over fully, give men a good look between their breasts and the round curves of their ass as they reached for their toes. The girl in the box couldn’t. Her movements were limited, kept in by the walls.
Charlie liked the girls on the outside better. He could imagine getting those girls into bed, bending them over to touch their toes and holding onto their curves as he took them from behind. They were sexy, desirable, arousing.
The girl in the box made Charlie want to hit something. He kept thinking of the tire iron in his car. When he looked at the girl in the box, he could see himself swinging that tire iron to shatter the walls, break the girl out.
Brandi had danced in the box and Charlie suspected she hadn’t liked it either. He would have smashed the box for Brandi and her sky so blue because Brandi would have liked him being kind of broken.
He walked out of the club, no closer to understanding their perp but more aware than ever that he never wanted to go back in a box.