Touching the Goddess

I was gonna post ASS-Chivalry, but this seems more a day of baring the
soul....so.....

Until this year, I'd never been a dedicated SC'er. My SC'ing was driven
as much by the traffic report as a need to see naked women gyrating on
stage. In Hawaii, I witnessed an egg shot from a girl's privates,  with
surprising velocity, across and eight foot stage. Another blew out books
of matches. Five trips to the Philippines, where I would rent a full
night with the girl  of my choice for $12 American. Hey, it was the mid
eighties and price inflation had set in. Saw my first peso show there.
Hell, one trip, a group of us young studs decided we could out fuck
anyone on earth. To prove it, we decided to buy one "short time" at each
bar in the barrio. I still think I would have won if I didn't take time
to drink Mojo, in a tree, with the pet monkey at one bar along the way.
He was cool, he thought it was funny to throw empty glasses at other
patrons. Someone who really understood me. Anyway, we made it through
one side of the street and started back the other side before we called
a truce and passed out on the curb. In a trip to Hong Kong, I rented
some girls and even got laid by a girl from the British embassy that I
met in the Admiralty club -- for free. I lived for four years in Hawaii
and the entire female of population of Waikiki turned over weekly. There
was always girls and women at the bars, and they had that "vacation"
mentality. My ex-wife was a dancer that I met when I spent a little time
in Pensacola. Before anyone else says it, I know I was very lucky to
have never even caught a cold from one of them. I'm not saying all this
to brag. I was lucky in circumstances and a whole hell of a lot of it
was paid for. My point is that even though part of the following sounds
like some wide-eyed kid who saw his first (gasp) naked woman, that's not
where I'm coming from. I had touched a lot of women, some of them
knock-outs even in the sunlight, but I had never touched the goddess.

But this year was different. It started when Elizabeth Ann Hilden came
to town. Somewhere in my brain, I guess I had elevated her to near
goddess status. I went to see and meet her. She didn't disappoint. She
was beautiful and sweet, and I touched the goddess. I got a nude lap
dance for EAH in a town that doesn't do nude laps. I reached out traced
that curve in the small of her back and I got an endorphins kick that
was truly spectacular. I was hooked.

Skip ahead and a few porn features who looked nice and I have the
polaroids for when I get old, but no magic.

Then Racquel Darrian came to town. Nice show, she still looks awesome,
but again no joy. I went out for a smoke and chatted up the doorman. He
mentioned that Bonita Saint was working there and had just arrived. Cha
ching! Bo Saint had a place in my pantheon of goddesses. I went back in
and informed FatBaldGuy (FBG) , my SC'ing bud, she was here. He didn't
react the same way. Sometimes I wonder about him. Bo shows up and I take
a seat at the rail. She worked the PL's in order and moved to stage two.
I moved to stage two. I'm pretty sure dancers notice this sort of thing.
I tipped her a twenty and she was pleased. She crawled backward to me,
luscious little pooter first. She put the bill in my mouth, and stuck
her hand back through her legs almost touching the bill. I moved
forward, eyes on the prize. She moved her hand a little further away and
I followed. I finally went cross-eyed and then my face came to rest in a
soft and moist little piece of heaven. Touch the goddess? I was face
first in the goddess.  We went to the VIP area and I'm getting lapped by
a woman of almost ethereal beauty. At the same time another PL is
getting lapped by Racquel just a few feet away. This is way the hell
cool. Bo laps nice by any standard. I expressed my adoration and the
goddess was pleased. Then she did the weirdest thing. She grabbed my
hand and walked me across the club to give me her voice mail number.
That walk was all those little moments that made growing up worth while.
It was like walking across campus, hand in hand with the head
cheerleader. I felt like a kid for the first time in very long time. I
was floating.  Luckily, before I could sign over any real estate or give
away any national secrets, FBG noticed my state and eased me out of the
club. I had touched the goddess and she had touched me back.

Looking back I think they taught me to see  dancers as complete and
wonderful critters. I used to view women as life support units for a
pussy, but I was really shorting myself on a whole lot of fun.