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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?        
       
   
Written by MaryWalker
Published | Edited 2nd Nov 2021
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