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[ On Drawing ] Welcome To Sketchers
Parting the beaded curtains
crowned with a top hat
wearing a red satin bathrobe
walking with a cane
she made an entrance
that rivaled a certain
chocolateer upon his candy
factory's re-opening
Gentlemen,
you are in for a real treat today
but before entering this establishment
allow me to give you a taste of
what is to come
She undid her sash
revealing a suit of skin
tailor made by God
fitting snug over flesh
let the robe fall
kicked it aside
and
the mouths of forty men
standing behind the velvet rope
dropped in awe and shock of
her brazen nudity
Take a picture, Boys
---it will last much longer
The more observant of the group
were quick with camera phones
Unlike other gentlemen's clubs
you're allowed to take all the
photos and videos
your heart desires
here at Sketchers
We want you to share your
experience with the world
Her walking stick
gestured in its grandiosity
almost took out a ceiling lamp
Our girls
have nothing to be ashamed of;
they've signed contracts, agreeing
to having images of their bodies
distributed across the Internet
And it makes for good advertising
Now,
here are the rules
You do not touch the girls
EVER
You do not speak crudely to them
EVER
Violate these two rules
and you'll never
EVER
be allowed back in
Got it?
The men nodded emphatically---
some out of genuine intimidation
Okay, then
Walk this way
She removed the velvet
rope from their path
and led them on a journey
through a bright interior
whitewashed walls starkly
contrasting with the
flesh of her backside
Upon entering
one of four doors
they were greeted with two
completely nude women
who swayed to slow music
a blonde with fingers laced
behind the neck of a brunette
whose hands first clasped on
her partner's waist
strayed to dimpled hips
slipping further to cradle
creamy buttocks
A redhead sat freckled
naked on a pedestal
staring longingly at the ceiling
Surrounding the three ladies were
glass jars
stuffed with paper currency
on modest tables
easels with sketchbooks
podiums with journals
and the most comfy looking chairs!
each complemented with wheels
for easy relocation to more choice
perspectives around the models
Layla will change her pose
every fifteen minutes
Shannon and Lila
will dance together
every third song
from a random playlist
If these girls
don't pique your interest
feel free to explore
our other three rooms
Use your time wisely
and be sure to handsomely
tip the ladies
When the hour is up
I'll escort you to the back entrance
... for your convenience, of course
because we know how men can get
too easily aroused ...
before ushering in
our next group of guests
A waitress will come around
every twenty minutes or so
to take your drink order
The sketchbooks and journals
are yours to take home if you so wish;
please pay for them on the way out
Feel free to bring them back
on your return visits
Any questions before you begin?
"What are the journals for?"
For writing down your thoughts
should the beauty you witness
inspire you to pen poetry or song
And that's when one fellow
snorted in derision and
couldn't keep quiet any longer
"This is it?
Seriously?
We each paid
twenty-five dollars
to stand around
doodling stick figures
and writing limericks
for an entire hour?
Sheesh, this place is ...
ridiculous!"
Their hostess circled about
in her approach, conquering
as she divided him from the pack
touching him lightly on the chest
with the tip of her cane
What you paid for
is an opportunity to
admire these women
without being judged by society
I might add
She gave him a slight poke
backing him up on his feet
without being pressured into
giving away more of your money
in exchange for the fading
memory of another human being
dry humping your scotch drunken
crotch in a forgetful lap dance
Again, she poked him
and this time he almost
stumbled ass over tea
kettle
and perhaps walk away
with a drawing or
an English sonnet
something you can be proud of
by which you can fondly
remember this experience
And with a final prodding
he was backed up into
a hard object --- the faux
Greek column upon which
parked was the redhead
Layla turned, reaching
to clasp his face in her hands
staring him straight in the eyes
Will you not immortalize
this body before you?
she asked sullenly
Will you not honor me
this day I made myself
vulnerable in the flesh?
There was an indescribable
sadness and longing in those
eyes that melted the man's heart
He found himself blindly stumbling
towards the nearest sketchbook
muttering,
"Yes, YES, I see it now!"
She reinstated her pose
Once again, stone
"Andromeda chained to the rock
waiting for Perseus to rescue her!"
And so began with the
grand opening of Sketchers
a new era of female objectification
that manifests itself every so often
throughout the ages whenever
men have spent centuries
denying themselves what they
truly desire
to have beauty in their lives
and worship it
Profitable day at an end
the hostess said goodnight
to the last shift of models
locked up the building
and headed to her car
where she was approached
by the man whom she poked
with her cane
amusing prop that it was
"Thanks to you
I'm starting to bruise"
he said
and then asked
"How long are we going to
keep up this ruse?"
She threw her arms
around him and planted
a loving kiss on his lips
Darling, men have been
fooling themselves on and off
for Millenniums at a stretch
with notions that the
body of a woman
can't be appreciated
without some series of
hoops to jump through;
that it must be in a sexual context
that it must be secretive
that it is TABOO
So, the way I figure it---
what's a few more
days of deception
going to hurt them?
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