Beyond the curtained doorway was a labyrinth of carpeted cubicles with more curtains on them, everything the color of midnight.

Molly led Evan to an empty one and let the curtain fall behind them. Evan surveyed the small booth with the plush bench. There was a metal bar on the wall, like in a handicapped bathroom stall.

He turned and faced her.

"Look, I'm gonna level with you here," he said.

Molly looked at him, suspicious.

"I'm a virgin, and I've never done anything like this before, and—"

"Do you want to do this or not?" Molly asked him, smiling a little too widely.

"Yes," said Evan. "Yes, I do. Do I pay you now or after?"

"After," said Molly. "Sit down."

Molly spread Evan's legs and situated herself over him. Her vag was directly in his face. Whereas Lily had a neat little lamb's hoof of cloven skin between her legs, Molly's was decidedly less aesthetically pleasing. Puckered blossoms of flesh peeked out from her vertical slit below a wiry patch of pubic hair.

Molly slid two fingers down the middle of her womanhood and spread it wide right in front of Evan's face. She had a glow-in-the-dark clit piercing nestled among the folds. The insides of her vagina glistened in the blacklights. Evan's dick responded accordingly.

"Do you like it?" Molly cooed down to him.

Evan looked up at her.

"I'd be lying if I said no."

The song started. Heavy handed drumbeat, bass thump, falsetto vocals. Evan recognized it instantly.

"Hey, I know this song," he said.

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"Oh, you do?"

"Yeah, it's Everlasting Light by The Black Keys," said Evan. "My brother tried to show it to me a few months ago but I was an asshole and didn't let him."

He sat rigid, his hands at his sides, his penis throbbing in his pants. Her body was fascinating, the presence and weight of her a great intoxication.

Molly stopped spreading her pussy and stepped off him. She reached over and grabbed her phone, and stood contrapposto, texting. After a moment she looked up and regarded him with her dark, half-lidded eyes.

"Sit back," she said. Evan did as he was told, leaning into the plush goodness of the lapdance bench. Molly set her phone down next to him.

"Lord have mercy," Evan whispered.

"What?"

"I'm just nervous. Sorry."

Molly straddled him again.

"Your parents must be, like, the cleanest people who've ever lived."

The Black Keys serenaded them as she twisted and thrusted on his lap. He sat on his hands, certain that if he touched her a bouncer would appear in the doorway and haul him off, making sure to break some bones in the process.

She brushed her nipples over his face, gyrated her hips and belly in front of his face, spread her vag in front of his face, and dry humped his legs and crotch. His penis screamed to be let free. His hands stayed under his ass the entire time.

When the song was over and the drumbeat faded out, Molly stopped dancing and said, "You want another one?"

"Yes," said Evan without thinking. "Yes, I do."

He swallowed.

"How much for me to be able to touch you?"

"You can't," Molly grinned. "I don't do extras. I don't suck dick for money, either, so don't bother asking."

"I wasn't gonna," said Evan. His hands stayed under his ass.

She danced on him for three more songs. They chatted about where he worked, his community college classes, the oil spill in the gulf, and the upcoming midterm elections. She caressed his face with her cheek, breathed sensuously into his left ear, made little whimpering noises as she slid herself over the bulge in his pants. Evan sweated and hoped he didn't have bad breath.

"So what do you think of our first date?" Molly asked after four songs had gone by.

"I'll go as long as you're willing to go," said Evan.

"K, well, you're at eighty dollars now," said Molly.

"It's eighty dollars? I thought you said it was twenty."

"Yeah, for one song."

Evan felt like he'd swallowed an ice cube.

"I only have forty left," he said. "Until I get paid Thursday."

"There's an ATM out front."

"No, I mean that's all I have until I get paid next week."

Molly looked down at him, then sighed and got off.

"I'll just take the forty," she said.

"I'm so sorry," said Evan. Molly didn't respond, just snatched the money out of his hand and was off through the swaying curtains.

Evan felt beyond stupid, standing alone in the booth with his dick wilting in his now damp pants.

Time to find his friends and get the fuck out of here.