Free Pink Butterfly by Geoff Lynch Page B

isn’t the 1950’s lady. Nobody’s going to give a shit who comes to this show. Women go to male strippers, men go to female strippers; it’s fairly accepted these days. Maybe you need to climb back into your time capsule and go back to whenever the fuck you came from.”
    The woman looked at her counterparts who were now gathered around like a coven of witches and smiled like she had a plan up her sleeve. She looked back at Melvin and shrugged her shoulders like she was giving up. “Maybe you’re right Mr. Event Staff. You go protect your girls and we’ll continue to stand for respectable women who choose not to earn money flashing their privates to sick sexual perverts like yourself.”
    “Just so you know, its twenty bucks at the door tonight if you want to get in. No touching the girls or I kick you out, got it?” Melvin said poking fun at the protesters. They didn’t laugh or react so Melvin turned back around and went back inside the Tasty Nipple. On the stage was one of the regulars that worked the club, tossing her bra off to some hip hop song Melvin didn’t know. She was about five foot, three, dark brown hair, small breasts and an ass to die for. Feeling a swelling in his pants, Melvin walked up to the stage and sat down on one of the chairs. It was still early and there were only a handful of customers in the bar so he had this girl all to himself.
    The girl noticed Melvin and jumped up on the pole and spun around like a top. She leaned back and let her arms reach down towards the stage as her thighs gripped the pole. Melvin was impressed with her physical skill as much as her silky creamy smooth skin. She then pulled herself back up onto the pole, slid off her panties and tossed them in front of Melvin and began to spin on the pole once again. This time as she leaned back gripping the pole with her thighs, she tried to pick up her panties off the floor with her teeth. It took three spins, but she finally grabbed them and tossed them in Melvin’s lap as she dismounted the pole.
    Fumbling in his pocket, Melvin found a few one dollar bills and tossed one on the edge of the stage. The dancer came in close and smiled at Melvin and asked him his name. He told him his name was Melvin and he asked her for her name. She said, “Phoenix” and pressed her breasts against Melvin’s face. The soft warm boobs felt like heaven to Melvin and for a moment he felt alive again.
    Another dollar on the stage and Phoenix leaned back on her butt and spread her legs exposing her smoothly shaven pussy. Melvin felt the desire to lean in and take a lick but knew he had to resist the very thing that he was hired to stop other men from doing. “You like?” Phoenix asked sliding her fingers across the lips between her legs.
    “Yes, I like.” Melvin replied lost in a trance.
    “Would you like a private lap dance?” she asked spreading her lips apart.
    “Does that cost extra?” Melvin asked like a stupid school boy.
    “Twenty five dollars, upstairs in a private room,” Phoenix replied smiling.
    Melvin only managed to steal about a hundred and fifty dollars from one of the girls on the bus while she was sleeping. Twenty five dollars was a lot to have a girl straddle his face with her privates. “I’m kind of short on cash this week,” Melvin said embarrassed. “I just started this security job last night and I don’t get paid till Friday.”
    Phoenix turned around and leaned in close to Melvin as to whisper in his ear. “I see lots of horny men in this place, and for the most part I’m numb to them and their need to rape me visually, but I like you for some reason, so if you want, I can give you anything you desire. For free.”
    Melvin swallowed hard and thought he was falling in love. Then he thought maybe she was scamming him. It was all a blur and his hormones were affecting his judgment so he just sat there and smiled not saying a word.
    “You don’t believe me?” Phoenix asked. “When this song is over,