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Pink
I see her inching her way up in the line. Clutching a pink handbag, she's anxious for what waits inside.
They all are. That's why they're here.
I can see right now that there's a few I'll have to turn away. They're too young. I used to deliver the rejection
with sincerity, but I got over that with time. Besides, they always find their fun somewhere else, or they just wait
a year or two.
The music stops for a moment and that's my cue. I open up the door and start checking for wristbands.
We've only got room for thirty-six, but she's not too far back. I'd find room for her anyway.
I can do that.
She looks Hispanic. Long black hair reflecting the rainbow of flashing lights. Her big brown eyes twinkle,
surrounded by flawless skin. It looks so soft. I wonder if she's bilingual.
She holds her arm out as she walks by, displaying her wristband. It hangs loose around her delicate limb.
She smells like bubble gum and a pendant hangs perfectly between her breasts. They're perfect too,
just big enough to fill my hand.
She walks in, looking around. The music has started again, so communication is almost all visual now.
Everyone pairs up for the next few minutes. It's a necessity for some reason.
Her body in motion is like a hinged hourglass.
The things I would do to this girl.
I have to try to focus, don't want to let too many people through. It's easy to lose track as everyone's trying to push their way in.
Once we're full, I shut the door and begin to assist the people who have just entered. I always keep the entrance
in sight though, just in case someone tries to sneak in. I hate turning people away, everyone's here to have
fun, but I do enjoy kicking people out who break the rules.
A slight touch on the arm or shoulder is acceptable to get someone's attention since the current
top 40 is thumping at full volume. Liability is always such an issue when working with the public.
The bare shoulder is so smooth it sends a shiver through my body. I clench my eyes for a second
to maintain my composure. I reach past her to help make room.
Maybe she'll get a whiff and become consumed by her desire for me. She could wait for me outside until
I clock out. She smiles. She's ready.
Up and down and around. Her hair swirls around and the carelessness of it all distracts me. Up and down.
Her body bounces. So young, so pure. I want to defile that through the night.
The voice over the PA says, "Don't worry guys, I'm just gonna slow you down, turn you around,
and mess with you on the backside." The innuendo is priceless. I look at her because it
makes me think of her. She's looking around as if to make sure everyone else is having just
as much fun as her. Such a humanitarian.
She sets to leave and fixes her hair. Once out the door she's greeted by her parents, holding
a stuffed animal and cotton candy.
"Did you have fun honey," asks her mother. I see where she gets her looks from. "You grew a
lot this year. Remember, you were too little last year?"
I watch her as she walks away, skipping with joy. Peeling away my eyes,
I turn to check the cars for items left behind. Cash is always good.
Cell phones we sell for twenty bucks a pop. After all, the sign clearly states that we are not liable for
lost items. Rarely do I find wallets or purses. But tonight...
A pink handbag.
Welcome to the carnival.
Aaron Posey
Email: Aaron Posey
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