“My dead wife would have loved your pussy”

“We’re not looking, but I tell you what? That guy over there? The American. He’s really rich. Talk to him.”

I sigh. This happens a lot. Like a lot a lot. I call it ‘Pass the Stripper’.

“Do you reckon?” I say, “OK, well I’ll go check it out but you owe me that dance if not.”

The American is super drunk. He’s slumped over the table, his fingers curling loosely around a half full drink.

“No No No!” He loudly protests when I sit down. “I ain’t spending anymore money. Last week, I got suckered for four grand! Four grand! Do you girls, you lovely girls, think I’m stupid?”

“OK… I’m Alice by the way.”

His half focused eyes turn on me. “I’m not stupid, you know?”

“OK. Duly noted.”

The conversation turns to America and the fuckery that is Donald Trump.

“Well you know what?” He slurs, “I used to hate him. Used to. But not anymore.”

“What changed your mind?”

“That A-hole made me $89, 000. I work in finance, you see.”

I didn’t see, I don’t know much about finance but I nodded like I understood. “Listen, what do you work for?” I start stroking his hair a little.

“To make money.”

“Right. But what for?”

“Ah… I like you, you know that?”

“You make the money to have fun. This is harmless fun. How about we go upstairs and continue this there?”

“I ain’t stupid, how much? Remember now, I could hire 3 escorts tonight and have that fun in a hotel room for no more than $500.”

“It’s two hundred pounds, and that will bring us to the end of the night.”

“What? Is it? Oh yeah, that’s fine. Let’s go. C’mon.”

lap-dance

I lead him upstairs. I start dancing. He lifts a hand and looks at me with his kind brown eyes, “Hey, c’mon now. You got a nice pussy. Real nice.”

“Thanks.” I bend over fully to give him a full spread.

“Wow. You’re breathtaking, you know that right?”

“Sometimes, sure.”

He laughs. “Look, sit here. Sit here. Spread those legs and just talk to me. I just want to look at it and talk. Here, take your drink.”

We talk for ages. He’s medium build with salt and pepper hair and a silver beard. He has a slight beer belly but not much, just the kind of paunch that is typical of middle aged men who lead active lifestyles but don’t really workout. His hands were fairly small and a little wrinkled, with veins sticking out like vines strangling a trees reach.

“You know, my wife and I? We used to come to places like this. She loved it. Man, she was crazy, something awful. She used to love to party and look at women. I think she liked the power of paying these women to entertain us. Just us. She’d play with their hair and ask them about their aspirations. She was amazing, was my wife. She’s… she’s dead now.”

“I’m sorry. When did she die?”

“Back in April last year.”

“Not that long ago. Is that why you’re here? In England?”

“Yeah. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, yet. I’m working with a handicapped charity. After she went, I just, like, wanted to help people, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that. That’s really amazing.”

“Do you want to see my wife?”

“Sure.”

He gets his phone out and starts scrolling through facebook. He brings up his account. The profile picture is a blurry picture of the American as a red faced youthful man, rounder and more muscular than now but unmistakably him. Next to him is a woman, beaming, wearing a loose white blouse with a blonde bob and green eyes. She also looks somewhat red in the face but undeniably beautiful.

“She looks like my Aunt. Like really like my Aunt. Well, except that my Aunt is now actually kind of fat, but before she was fat, she was super hot.”

He smiles, “Yeah, she was. Stunning. We were married 23 years. But you know what? She’s still with me.”

I smile politely.

He points to an infinity symbol necklace around his neck on a fragile silver chain, “This is her. Look close, and these are her boobs, they’re still with me.” He laughs.

“If those are her boobs, where’s her pussy?” I laugh along while he points at between my legs. “That’s mine not hers!”

“No, no. She’d have loved it, trust me. Especially that little jewel. That would have been her all over. She’d have thought that you were great. She had a wicked sense of humour.”

“I wish I could have met her.”

He falls silent and stares at the ground for a moment. I want to hug him and tell him it’s okay but I don’t, I watch him watch the ground.

We end the night together and he promises to see me again while stumbling out into the night, as he leaves, I notice that he is still wearing a silver wedding ring.

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