Among them # 3: Perfect for me (Lesbian Tale) Mari Rosa My hand painted with red nails held the metal barrel. I also ran the back of my knee against the cold barrel, feeling a slight shiver and whirled through it once. I shifted my position still with my fingers on the barrel and tossed my brown hair back, lightly cocking my butt. The smell of smoke, drink, and cigarette invaded my nose. It was an intoxicating scent, in which he did not particularly like it. But it was conducive to the place. The reddish lights of the nightclub left everyone with almost the same skin tone as their clothes. That was my job. Go up every day on this little black platform with lights on its edge and introduce myself, holding that huge cold metal barrel and dancing to whoever I wanted to see. I was not a prostitute, the people here who came to see me did not pay me for it. I was a dancer, a dancer just trying to make a living. An easy money to seduce basket men. I did not do private shows, ever. But he went to her through that door. When I saw her, I completely lost the structures. Now it had been three weeks since she had come, every Thursday, and when I came in to make my presentation and see her, I danced all my music looking at her. I worked hard, really wanting to show everything I could show. And today, Thursday, and there she was. In the corner of the bar with his black suit fully lined, with two open buttons of his social shirt and black tie slightly loose. Even from a distance, I could see her black hair with silver wire - definitely a woman in her middle age - in a ponytail.