Yes. That Cubao hangout was strikingly very good, at least according to my standard, that we wanted to experience more of the place as much as time would permit us. By “us” here, I mean a group which I called every one “brod” or short for brothers.
It was a cold night, and another reason why I would be a little above the normal level of being horny. The other reason was, my girl was under the Second Joyful Mystery. I could not do anything aside from remain grumpy and hornier, I supposed. I returned to my family’s apartment then, and decided I would just settle for wet dreams if any would come. Luckily, my brods informed me of a big night happening at Dardar Bar. I was somewhat relieved, but upset that they left for the event without me. But one of my brods called me to confirm if I was coming or not. I told them I would think things over, for I told myself that the smaller head must not be in control all the time. Yet I found my thinking head furiously concocting a story of why I would need to leave home at the dead of the night. Next thing I realized, I pasted a usual lonely expression while talking to Mama explaining that I still had “school stuff” to do. Hah, the youth.
When I arrived at Dardar’s entrance, I almost forgot that I would need to pay the fee to be accommodated inside for the event. Then, I remembered that big nights such as these really would require an extra payment of some sort. And that was one of the things one should keep in mind – the better things had higher prices, too. Once inside the bar, I ushered myself slowly toward the flood of tables and patrons. Then I caught a glimpse of where my brods stayed, waved dismissal to the waiter who wanted to assist me, and of course enjoyed the presentation happening onstage. The performer was a strike between two sexy stars of the Philippine Cinema, yet she was unique altogether, wearing only boots and an anklet. This time, the performer would pass as a professional pole dancer. As I was moving to settle on our group’s table, I thought I imagined that my eyes and those of the lady dancing onstage locked, albeit for only a short time. My location in our table was, not surprisingly, at the end, on the left side of audience’s point of view.
I could complain less.
I never did only imagine that the performer and I stared at one another earlier – as I was now really closer to her even when she was onstage, I could enjoy her face and body more as well as her stares. As I sat among my peers, I got a better look at the dancer’s ass as she turned around as part of her performance. Later, I realized that she fetched a pack of cigarettes on the back part of the stage. I absentmindedly got a cigarette of my own from our table, lit it, then smoked. All the while, my eyes were transfixed on the movements of the lady. And I could claim that she might be watching my moves, too. She slowly gestured me to come closer to her – yes, this time I was more sure of her body language – and I followed with a cigarette in my left hand. People around us noticed what we were about to do, and many shouted their delight. The lady performer crossed the distance between us, as I was limited by the elevated platform. The performer maneuvered on the pole which separated us, revealed a stick of cigarette in her right hand, and extended her right leg upward to rest this same leg on the pole, as if embracing it. Then, ever so carefully and deliberately, she placed the cigarette stick between her womanhood, and moved her fingers inviting me to light her cigarette with mine.
I obliged. Well, I could complain less.
Slowly and surely, I tried lighting the cigarette between her legs, but faked a failure. I did my own part of “our” performance. I moved the unlit cigarette as if really teasing the lady’s slit, and I was successful because I heard an unmistakeable gasp from the performer. She might be shocked of what I did, and she attempted to walk back a little, but her decision compromised her balance. Talking about luck, I was there with my dominant right hand to catch her on her butt, I steadied her and she became shocked all the more yet managed a smile. After that, I quickly shifted back to focus – inhaled the scent of smoke and an open pussy combined, and lit the lady’s waiting cigarette. The performer brought her right foot on the ground, scooped the now lit cigarette between her thighs, and as she did so she mumbled “Thank you, ha. Ang galing mo.” I offered her a nod and went back to my seat backwards, so she could see me looking at her performance still.
The whole bar seemed to enjoy “our” show because the people have gone restless. My brod closest to me said in disbelief and envy, “Anong swerte ba meron ka? Ako, kanina pa ako dito pero walang nangyaring kakaiba. Ikaw, wala ka pang ten minutes…”
I just smiled. I could complain less and less.
