Sammy the Dancer

Sammy
I told you about Sammy the dancer (because that’s actually what they do, not strip) but let me tell you about the first time I saw her and the lessons she taught me in only a couple nights, about ethics, human compassion, and female inner essence.
See one thing she taught me was that we men (mostly) think we are going to the strip club to see tits and asses, but you know what that’s not really it at all. Those are just the parts and the sum of the parts without the inner essence which the woman conveys through her eyes, face body and especially that smile, is a hollow and very frustrating thing. It is actually according to one of the papers I’ve written the very reason Some men tend to abuse stalk and kill the woman they supposedly love. It is actually that essence they love but it can not be possessed, controlled or taken. It must be given and shared and when a man does things that make it shut off, well some of us go nuts.
But this inner essence can also be traded, bartered or sold and that’s what Sammy was doing that night on stage at Dandy Dan’s. She was petit, small breasted, but curvy in long lines and legs and ass that are a national treasure. She just had this big I love what I’m doing smile on her face and she could really dance and she just radiated fun and life, and man could she move and her long blond curly hair just flew.
I’d been to Dandy Dan’s a few times by then so I sat down at a table and went ahead and paid for my $6.00 Coke waiting to see what the rotation was and where I felt I could mostly wisely invest my dollars in smile and eyes. It wasn’t real crowded but enough that it caused a noticeable wave when a guy came rolling in a wheel chair and no matter how I cut it, it was a real sad scene.
First he was pretty young 25-30 maybe and real good looking, actually kind of athletic in appearance, and wearing a suit and tie that made me appreciate tailors because this guy looked sharp in that chair. The only problem was he had not been in it very long, had probably never been to a strip club, might have been out for the first time on his own since what ever put him in that chair. And you are just not used to see guys like him scared, and uncomfortable and searching for something he’s afraid he’ll never find.
I actually tried to divert my attention because it was just sort of sad, and he even had to make a little communication trying to get next to the stage, so I looked away. But just as the last song of her set was coming to an end, Sammy made me look when she did this long slow slide across the stage and came right up in front of the guy in the wheel chair. I only saw it out of the corner of my eye and I couldn’t miss it.
Then Sammy locked her eyes, and her smile and almost enough essence to kill mere mortals on him and for the next and last 30 seconds of her set danced just for him and danced her best at that. It was a performance that just made you want to cheer in the audience and for those 30 seconds that man was whole again, and happy whole at that.
Can you guess what that would have been worth to him? Way more than a dollar, which is all he had in his hand, and in his stunned and babbling state was trying to hand Sammy. Which she so politely refused by putting her hand on his and then bending down and kissing his cheese before skipping off stage.
So sweet don’t you think? Bullshit, don’t underrate her like that because in two more seconds that man was looking around and ordering a drink and smelling the perfume and life and not scared and not uncomfortable and knew damn good and well that life was still worth living for him. And that is just so fucking much more than just sweet.
Sweet was the next night when Sammy bought me a $6.00 Coke at closing time.