For some unknown reason to me I found myself walking through a farmer's field in the middle of the night. There was no moon but a blanket of stars overtop of me. It just wasn't black but farm black where the are no lights visible anywhere. There was a silence so still that any movement would simply shatter it. For the first and only time in my life I felt that principle of time being the measurement of motion did not exist. I picked a direction and started to walk. For seemingly forever I walked but I had lost all track of time. I could have been walking for 3 minutes or it could have been three hours. Then I thought I saw a blue light flash before my eyes but then it vanished. I kept walking and soon became exhausted and lay down on the ground and fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes it was still black outside. How long had I been asleep? How long had I been walking? I resumed my stalking through the thick field. Then the blue light came into existence again and this time it did not disappear. It was still far off, but at least I had some hope. Some time later I heard some wild music off in the distance. I couldn't tell where it was coming from but as I moved closer towards the blue light the music got louder with a heavy thumping bass beat. Finally after days of walking and not eating I reached the source of the blue light. The whole time I had walked there had not been one second of light, only darkness.
There was a building with a blue neon light, a 1950s style. The blue neon light read, "Dirty Gurls." It had to be a strip club. The parking lot was full of cars from the 1940s and 1950s. The music of a wild raucous jazz variety poured out of the club. I was so confused as the year was 2020 but the club looked like it was from the 1950s.
I walked up to the front door where I expected a bouncer but there was nobody. I opened the door and was hit with a blast of music. I stepped inside and saw all the posters of famous strippers on the hallway walls. Starz such as Heavenly Hills, L.A. Gunz, Heather Hammers and Crystal Cannons decorated the interior. I continued down the hallway when a voice of a d.j. bellowed, "Now, do we have a treat for you tonight. She's an oldy but a goodie. A legend from days gone by. Let's give it up for the one and only Rachel Raxx"
I quickly ran to the show room where there was a pole being illuminated by a bright spotlight. There were no men in the club. Just me and the d.j. He continued, "And here she is back by popular demand. Stripper of the year for 1941. Rachel Raxx."
1941, what the hell was going on here? Then she came out, the legend herself. She was 109 years old, still alive and dancing. She was nothing but a skeleton with silicone breasts stuck to her rib cage. She danced with her bones making cracking noises. Slowly her bones broke off her skeleton one by one. Her silicone breasts fell off her ribcage and bounced around on stage. She danced for me all alone. Then just when she was nothing more than a skull and ribcage she jumped on my lap for dance. That's when her ribcage fell off and her head fell on my lap. Her teeth locked on to my zipper and pulled it down and that's when the music stopped.