Luja, Decembro 8, 2008

I am not going to write about the day that I have had although it seemed to be a good one for attractive men, and attractive men without attractive man attitudes to boot. It was also a decent time for income despite the low and slow business of the last three weeks, a frustrating trend which seems to be hitting everyone who works local in adult entertainment. Instead tonight I am going to expand a little bit on the last evening I saw the brother before he disappeared. The entire situation has been on the mind and I am still not quite sure how to deal with it all. I do not think that I am going to give him an alias at the moment, just because it feels strange to even be writing about him here. Instead I will just refer to him as the Youngest Brother seeing as he is, no surprise here, the youngest of my three brothers. I also have two sisters for those who want to keep track of such things.

So the last time I saw the Youngest Brother was the the Friday after I sent myself to the hospital for a whole number of depressing reasons. He had shown up at the Seven because he wanted to check up on how I was doing and he knew that he could find me there. Now whenever the Youngest Brother shows up at the stripclub I make it a point to introduce him around to every last soul that works there, or knows my business, as quick as I can. I do this for two reasons: the first reason is that he is one hell of an attractive man and I love pointing out to people just how damn good looking the family is, call me vain. However the second reason is much more practical. It ensures that when he is around everyone knows he is related and therefore keeps everyone from discussing anything related to his big sister being a whore in the literal sense.

Now under normal conditions this means introducing him to the service staff and the dancers, and also tends to involve me fielding a whole mess of questions from several dancers who want to know about his relationship status. But that night there was also a client to contend with and this made things a bit more stressful. I am still thanking chance that the client was the large sweetheart from last October and he understood the need for absolute discretion. I was letting him know that the Youngest Brother was around, with the hope that I would not need to make personal introductions, when said sibling decided to sneak up behind me and introduce himself without warning! I became more than a little bit tense and ran off to sit with several friends, hoping to ignore the potential powder keg.

The night continued on and on and I was beginning to regret the fact that I had decided to cut alcohol out of my life, as I was in sore need of some sort of hard shot or something to help me relax the nerves, and it looked as though the client and the Youngest Brother were getting along like old friends. In fact there were several moments through the night when the sibling unit told me that he had to go and speak with the client about something important, and one can imagine the sort of horrible possibilities that were running through my head. I was sure that the somewhat drunken client was telling the Youngest Brother all about the career choices his sister had made, all part of some horrible bond between dudes which required that it all be confessed.

But nothing of the sort happened and after the Seven shut down for the evening the three of us and several others wound up smoking and talking outside. It was the sort of loud conversation that drunk men often have when standing outside of a stripclub, and I was stuck with listening to most it because I was driving on the women home that night and she had not yet left the building. I was relieved for a moment when several dancers came outside to smoke with the rest of the crowd, but not so relieved when the client began to go on about their professional virtues. Like some sort of lineup - and in fact we were all sitting in a straight line for some reason - he began to point to each woman and repeat the phrase she works her ass off each time that he did. Then his pointing finger fell to me and my eyes must have gone about as wide as plates when it did. I began to run through all the things he could say that would let the Youngest Brother know the truth, all the things which would reveal the fact that his sister does not work in a boring office reviewing telephone survey databases for fraudulent answers, thus condemning me to decades of moral downtalk and criticism.

Then he said it and all the wind left me: and this girl right here is a fucking trooper! I relaxed and gave a nervous laugh as though it were some sort of inside joke shared between friends, and just then the dancer whom I was driving home left the building. I stood up as quick as I could and declared that it was time for me to leave. I said goodnight to the Youngest Brother and then turned to wish the same to the client. He just chuckled and gave me one hell of a bearhug before telling me to not be a stranger and such. I smirked and told him that I no longer could be even if I wanted to, seeing as he had become a source of marijuana for the sibling! I sure do hope the man can keep a secret. Of course, this is what I get for working in a one stripclub town, let me tell you what.