“There Are Always Girls There”
there are always girls- planted the desire
- sight-taste-feel-know sensation
- black plastic bags gathered around her
- the man with his hood thrown back
“There are always girls there,” said the man with his hood thrown back to his compatriots. And with those simple words he planted the desire in them to visit the strange new club.
Inside, a girl writhed on the stage, nude except for the black plastic bags gathered around her. The men gulped and stared.
Behind the bar a neon sign buzzed loudly, advertising in lurid red and purple the latest trendy alcoholic beverage: Sight-Taste-Feel-Know Sensation!
“One for me,” said the man with his hood thrown back to the bartender. “And one for the lady.”