Everyone
says that you can never get another chance at a first impression. I found Black
Cats to be the exception to this rule. You had to give it a few moments before
you could actually see what hid behind the mass of sexual aroma, grinding and
wolf whistles.
You
had to stop and see it for what it really was.
Crystal
chandeliers, red, black, and gold drapes, the booths that where covered in a
deep blood red velvet.
Roman
inspired pillars that supported the roof, painted black to go with the rest of
the décor, a mirrored walled behind the bar and the mirrored ceiling made the
chandeliers more elegant as they copied and mimicked the gleaming lights,
making everything seem bigger than it really was.
It
was every thing that a burlesque club should be.
Vintage
class with a dark streak.
It
mirrored most people really, trying to hide something that was dangerous,
sadistic and fun.
Unfortunately
not many people could look any further than the girls on stage, I couldn’t
blame them though; I even found it hard to drag my eyes away from some of the
outfits that appeared on the tactfully lighted stage.
Although
my reason wasn’t even in the same ballpark, that most people couldn’t take
their eyes off them, my reason was more like ‘oh fuck how the hell am I going
to keep my tits in that!’ or ‘dear god this G-string is so far up my ass that I
can taste it in my throat’ just little things like that.
No
big deal…
Yeah
right.
I
keep a supply of creams, powder and assorted painkillers in my dressing room;
to try and stop the chaffing that occurred from even looking at the things. Yet
I still slipped myself into the slutty outfits, Hollywood taped my boobs onto
strips of material, which where just wide enough to cover my nipples and slid my
dainty feet into stilettos and walked onto that stage.
I
could see how it was hard to divert your attention to the hidden beauty when
there was so much skin to view.
This
was a place where the creatures of the night hid during the day trying to shield
their faces from the truth; this is where lost souls came to play. Once the
nasty light of day that made the world and all its problems so bright and real,
this was the place that darkened them again, placed them back into the closets,
and boxes in everyone’s mind from where they emerged.
I
had to love it though, after all it was where I worked, it was where I was able
to be me, there were no secrets here, well none other than the one that I had
carried for most of my life, that secret was something that I kept secret for a
reason, it protected not only me, but everyone that walked the streets of the
deadbeat city.
