I remember one night when a guy just blatantly stood in front of her looking her up and down and grinning as if to suggest that he wanted to fuck her. The music was just a pulsating rhythm without any melody and that seemed to be inducing a trance like state in a few of the dancers. I went on to tell her that I liked seeing men treating her that way, and that she should smile at them to show them that she liked being so admired. There was general laughter in the crowd all around, and everyone could see that Margie was a slut and enjoyed the guy’s filthy comment. We’d been there some little time when Margie began to sensuously, and in syncopation with the music, start to writhe her arms upwards above her head, and as her arms rose up, so did the hemline of her blouse/skirt rise up so that about a half of the cheeks of her bum, along with the front of her panties, was exposed to view for all
