Preparation

In the span of the two days before Sunday I decided to become an over achiever and learn some things about the go-go game.  So I went to other clubs and what I saw was far from what I was capable as a fledging go girl.  Women walking around with this air of confidence about them that allowed them to walk up to any and all people in the club, shaking the jiggle meats in a gesture to ask for a dollar or more.  I saw a woman who must have had some experience at Auntie Anne's or something, twist herself into something I can only describe as a pretzel.  Was that sexy? Is that sexy? I had no clue but I need to take an intensive yoga class to make this madness believable.

I also noted how very bare their underparts were.  Now I don't claim to be a bush woman, one's got to keep it trim and firm down  yonder for understandable reasons but I found myself wondering if I would have to go bare to be successful.  I mean who wants a woman with hairless parts unless they have some sick and twisted fantasy of doing a prepubescent girl-child?  Yet even with this is mind I took it upon myself to make sure I was extra shaped up on saturday night.  Who knew that such a task could be so daunting? I was in the shower for almost 25 minutes before I called it quits figuring, this was as good as it was gonna get short of me shearing my uterus.  In the light, I must say it looked weird since I hadn't done that whole almost bare Hitler look in a while.  But then I started walking and the friction made me forget about all the hard work it was to get that way and I got excited all over again.