June 6, 2017

June 6, 2017

• For you, gentlemen, the lovely Maddy!

Eyes still a little bit unfocused, the brunette walks onto the stage to some applause, dressed in a white lace thong and a camisole, also white, sticking to her skin, hugging her breasts, that we guess to be 36B. She tries to look around the room but the spotlights pointed at her dazzle her, and the opening of the song - Stairway to Heaven - tells her that she has to start her show.

She lays down on the bear skin imitation that smells strongly of sex and slowly wiggles her voluptuous body, trying to forget the humiliating comments from customers next to her.

For a few minutes she goes through her routine, removing her last two pieces of clothes in a tantalizing way, jiggling, touching herself. When the song finally ends, she picks up her tank top but can't find her thong.

• Hey asshole, leave the stage, it's my turn, says a tall blonde pushing her.

She returns backstage naked and throws her tank top over her skirt, on the floor in a corner.

• You have to go back to the room, we don't hang out here, saysa man with a more than imposing physique.

• I lost my thong, Steve ...

• We're sick of your thong, there are people waiting in the room!

She puts her red faux leather miniskirt under his gazze, then the camisole and her high-heeled shoes, then he pushes her unceremoniously into the room.

• Go see the customers!

She walks slowly, inspecting the surroundings in the hope of finding what she has lost, aware that her skirt hides nothing when she barely bends to check under the tables, the men not shy to pass a hand between her legs, laughing.

On the verge of tears, she wonders how she could have fallen so low, ending up in this bar at the back of Lotbinière, frequented by social assistance recipients, people without jobs, without education, without women.

• Hi, a man in his 50s calls out to her, sitting in front of her. Come here ...

She approaches, rolling her hips.

• Hi, have you seen my thong?

• Did you look under my table?

She leans in again but sees nothing as the man admires the body within reach, brushing her buttocks as he pulls up the skirt before she stands up.

• You have a beautiful ass ...

• Thank you, she answers, blushing a little bit.

• If I want a dance ...