I looked at Daisy, wondering by the second what happened to her. She was still washing her face off of any leftover juices. When she finished, she looked at me. She kissed me on the cheek.
“What’s wrong?” she said, tilting her head.
“Daisy… I want to ask. But I really don’t want to ask,” I said to her, softly.
“You want to know what happened, do you? You always were a curious one, Shawn,” she said as she touched my cheek. “You were not the only one.”
I tilted my head, pondering as she changed.
“Only one?”
“Other men that I dated caught me, you know, working… and you know how that worked out…” she said.
I shrugged. She was a stripper. I knew what I was getting into. I didn’t know how deep it was though.
“So, do you want to know, Shawn? What they did to me?” she said.
I sighed and said internally:
“Fuck it.”
“First of all, do you know why I got this job?” she said.
“Your son, right?”
“Yes, he’s most of it. Provide for my son. But the other reason is to prove something,” she said. I looked at her with intent. She had a look of reminiscence on her face now.
“Before we first met, Shawn, I was a totally different girl. I wasn’t always the wild girl from high school. I was kind of subdued. When I was young my mom died. My dad wasn’t in the picture. I lived on the North side with my aunt, so when I first got all this, curves and all, it wasn’t surprising that I was looking for a man that would fall for me. But nope. You know our problems,” she said, showing her dark skin at me.
I began to realize the error of my ways as she proceeded on with her story. ”They all said ‘You’re pretty for a dark-skinned girl.’ all that crap. Backhanded-ass compliment, if you ask me.”
I kept looking at her. I had no idea that she had these issues. She was so sexy to me. I did not think of this.
“So eventually, I said: ‘That’s some bullshit.’ I got a new glow. I had a new confidence to myself. I didn’t care what anybody said anymore. Eventually, I got the looks I wanted. Boys looked and said: ‘Ohhh…’ Including you, Shawn,” he said. I smiled sheepishly. She smiled.
“But for a period of time, I wondered what they saw in me. Was it my confidence? Was it physical? Until one day after I had my son, a little girl came up to me and said: ‘You’re pretty. I want to be just like you are.’ After that, I found my answer. It wasn’t physical. It wasn’t confidence. It was a mixture of a two that no one can duplicate. I try to teach my son this too. I teach my son that he is beautiful. No matter what people say,” Daisy said, sincerely.
“Now, I’m sorry, but what does this have to do with said clients?” I said.
“You know what those men looked like, right?”
“Yeah, two middle-aged white guys? Oh, shit,” I said, realizing the situation.
“Ha. Now you’re catching on, Daddy. I read the looks on their faces as soon as they first saw me. You still want to know?” she said.
“Go ahead. You can tell me.”
“They both fucked me. One throat fucked me…”
At this point, my penis twitched.
"They wanted me bad. I mean bad. They offered me double. They were some rich executives fulfilling their black chick fantasy on me. Amazing, huh?” Daisy said, smiling.
“Absolutely. Remember...” I said, showing my somewhat caramel-colored skin to her. She laughed. “As long as you didn’t forget. Oh, yeah… I probably shouldn’t ask this, but did they make you…”
