Pink Butterfly (8 page)

“They call me “Greezy”, like in “Greezy” pig.”

“I think it’s “Greasy” actually” Melvin replied.

“No shit,” Greezy replied, pulled the hose nozzle from the bus and returned it to the pump. “Want the job?”

“Absolutely,” Melvin replied.

“Good, now go on the bus, and grab that trash can full of used pussy pads sitting behind my driver’s seat and through them the fuck out. The smell makes me gag.”

“They change their pads on the bus? Is there a bathroom on this thing?” Melvin asked.

“Yep, and your next job is to empty the shit basin as soon as I can locate an RV park with the right hookups.”

Greezy punched a key on the gas pump and a receipt slid out. He ripped off the paper and shoved it in his walled next to a stack of gas receipts. “Oh, and one more thing. Working with a bunch of porn stars may seem glamorous, but it isn’t. Most of the time they fight and bitch and fight and bitch. When they aren’t fighting and bitching, they are planning on fighting and bitching so be careful. They aren’t here to fuck you, they’re here to make money before their tits sag too much and have to get real jobs. So watch yourself. Don’t get too close to any of them. They will try to get you to take sides and if you do, you’re fucked. And not in the good way.”

Early evening and the light was fading on this Saturday night at the Tasty Nipple strip club, bar and grill. Melvin, sporting his “Event Staff, Security” shirt took notice of a group of women protesting on the sidewalk, carrying signs and decided to see what was up. With the remains of a pulled pork sandwich in his hand that he had paid for with cash he stole off the bus, he pushed open the front door and stepped out into the cool evening air trying to read the words on the signs the women were holding. One sign read, “Women are not objects,” another read, “Boobs are for babies” and a third read, “Put some clothes on you stupid bitch, you’re making us all like fools.”

The traveling “Porn on Parade” Strip show brought in a lot of publicity and a lot of protesters from the local feminist groups. It was a great money maker for the club and the regular girls made huge tips from the crowd these “famous” girls brought in. Melvin, who’s only job was to keep men from touching the girls from the road show decided he wanted to puff out his chest and act like a big shot in front of these women and defend their livelihood. Melvin stepped up to what he thought was the “protester” in charge and examined her as he chewed on the rest of his pulled pork.

The woman, somewhere in her late forty’s was wearing a dress right out of “Little House on the Prairie” with the full length dress, full sleeves and a button up top that almost seemed to choke her. Her hair was tied in a short bun, and the overall color scheme of her outfit was grey and black, including the nasty boots she wore that looked like they came from a construction site. With the pork swallowed, Melvin spoke up and asked, “What’s up?”

The woman looked at Melvin and scoffed at the writing on his t-shirt. “Event staff?” she said laughing. “Security? Why would these women need security?”

“I guess a lot of guys like to squeeze a little tit when they can,” Melvin replied. “That’s against the rules.”

“Rules?” the woman asked back mockingly. “Why do you need rules when your “vagina” is out for the whole world to see? I think once you break that barrier, everything is up for grabs.”

“I think it might be a state law,” Melvin replied.

“You think? Did you have to pass a test to get your job?”

Picking the pork out of his teeth, Melvin replied, “I’m pretty sure it’s a state law.”

The woman stared at Melvin and shook her head in disgust. She looked at the other six women, similarly dressed and made sure they were also shaking their heads in disgust. “What self-respecting man would allow women to act like whores in a magic show?”

“I just work here, I don’t own them,” Melvin replied.

“That’s your excuse?” She mocked back. “I suppose that’s what the guards at Auschwitz said when they were gassing Jews and burning them in ovens.”

“I’m not gassing anyone, I’m just here to fetch clothes, get drinks and keep the men from touching the women. They’re over eighteen and it’s all legal.”

“So is abortion!” she snapped back.

“Nobody’s getting an abortion here lady!” Melvin snapped back. “It’s a show, that’s all, just entertainment.”

“You know what the Roman’s did for “Entertainment?” she asked.

“You know what lady, you need to get laid,” Melvin stated pointing his finger at her flat chest.

“I have never had sex I want you to know, I am a virgin and proud of it.” she said with her nose firmly up.

“How old are you?” Melvin asked.

“Old enough to know better,” she replied.

“You lying sack of shit,” Melvin said with a smirk.

The woman, now fuming mad handed her sign to the woman next to her and raised her dress up high enough to show Melvin her chastity belt strapped over her full length underwear that ran the length of her entire body under the dress. She quickly dropped the dress back down and took her sign back from the woman standing next to her. “There, does that prove to you I’m serious?”

“Seriously fucked up maybe,” Melvin replied. “These women are making a legal living and your protests are giving them free advertising. We couldn’t ask for better publicity so I’d like to personally thank you for showing up and bringing in a crowd.”

“You think you’re so smart?” the woman asked mocking Melvin. “Wait until everyone in town sees who goes to these shows? We brought cameras and are going to post pictures of every man that walks in the door. We will bring shame upon them and teach them that women are equals and people and not sexual play toys for men.”

“This 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, meet me by the bathrooms by the front door. I’ll show you I mean business.”

5 Hours later

Eleven o’clock and the “Porn on Parade” strippers are set to take the stage to a full house of horn dogged men crowded into the Tasty Nipple strip club. At the side of the stage, Melvin sat with house stripper Phoenix on his lap sucking his ear and rubbing his chest. Distracted, he didn’t notice that when the first porn star was introduced, instead, the woman he had spoken to from the protest group walked on the stage still dressed in her granny Sue Anne outfit. The music stopped and the crowd quieted to a hush. All eyes were glued to the stage.

The woman raised her arms as to announce she is going to speak. “Hello gentlemen,” she said to the crowd.

“I can’t hear you!” someone yelled from the back. The D.J. tossed her a microphone and she started again. “Hello gentlemen!” she said louder and her voice carried all the way though the crowded room “That’s better,” she said scanning the crowd. “How have you enjoyed the entertainment so far?”

The crowd sort of erupts and dies down quickly.

“The local girls are quite attractive, don’t you agree?” she asked to a silent crowd. “Now you want to see the real stars don’t you?”

“What’s going on?” someone yelled from the crowd.

“Be patient young man, you’ll get to see your precious vagina soon enough,” she said looking down at the man who spoke up. “I would like a little of your time before the festivities begin to chat with you all about what it means to be a woman.”

The crowd began to boo and shout for this woman to get off the stage. It didn’t take long for things to get out of hand but the woman just stood her ground and waited for the men to settle.

“My good fellows,” she stated addressing the crowd again after they calmed down. “You came to see a show, and I intend to show you something.” With that said, she reached behind her head and unfastened her collar with her free hand and allowed her dress to fall to the floor exposing her nearly nude body. Strapped to her mid-section and thighs were packets of explosives and a wire that ran to the same hand that unclipped her dress. The men gasped in fear.

“As you see, I left the best parts exposed for you. Take your time and look at my breasts and my vagina. I’m sorry, but I didn’t realize that it was custom to shave it before parading it around for your pleasure. Seems I might be a bit furry for some of your tastes.” The woman smiled and enjoyed the attention she was getting. “Now that you have seen my vagina and have looked upon my breasts, I want to tell you a little about me the person, not me the sex object.”

“You’re no sex object!” someone yelled.

“Let me go on,” she said calmly and took a step closer to the edge of the stage towards the crowd. “My name is Agnes Lipp, I’ve come this evening to discuss with you gentlemen what a woman is truly worth. We are not milk bags, or baby gestation machines, we are people, with brains, talents and dreams. We want the same things in life you do, a family, house, a nice car and respect. A vagina is a special place where babies meet the world, not a dirty filthy sex hole that you men use to get off and spill your seed like your chewing tobacco. We are your sisters, your mothers, your daughters, and your equal.”

Agnes began to walk along the stage like a speaker at a sales meeting. She seemed comfortable with the microphone and was able to make good eye contact with the men she was speaking. “Does my vagina entertain you?” she asked one of the men sitting up front? The man shook his head no trying not to look at the dark brown hair running down the length of her thighs and shins. “What’s wrong? You came to see lady parts and now you changed your mind?” she asked almost mocking the man.

“I didn’t come to see your parts,” he replied and a group of men laughed in response. “What’s up with the suicide bomber motif’?” he asked. “This isn’t a Halloween show.”

By this time Melvin had seen what was going on and ran out the side door of the bar taking Phoenix with him. This seemed like a good time to quit his security job and find other employment now that he had a girlfriend and probably a place to stay. Things were looking up for Melvin until he heard the blast from inside the club and the screams that followed.

“Oh shit!” Melvin yelled after hearing the explosion. “I left my Diet Coke on the stage!”

“What?’ Phoenix asked scared and confused.

Melvin ran back inside the club and slipped on the floor landing on his back. All around him were the remains of Agnes Lipp and the customers that were sitting in the front row. He smelled smoke and saw flames flickering all around him and went into an instant panic. Flipping over, he braced himself and got back on his feet and in a slower pace, walked back to the side door leading outside. On his way to the door, he felt something dripping on his head and looked up to see the ceiling covered in red thick goo that was now raining back down due to gravity. A few moments later Melvin was back out in the alley and smoke began to pour from the doorway.