Writing | Dogs in Lingerie by Danielle Willis

I masturbated to the
midget-fucking scene in
Opus Pistorum and fell
asleep with my tights down
around my ankles
in my dream, the
strip club where I
work had begun to
hire dogs, big pregnant
mongrel bitches with
teats hanging down
to the ground
there were about
five or six of them
sniffing around the lobby
when I came in
I stooped down to
pet a malamute in a
blonde wig and a
green silk negligee and
the desk guy told me
not to mess up her hair
because she had to
dance in ten minutes
the management had
built a separate room
for the dog acts
the walls were all
hot pink chrome and
the stage was a huge
slowly rotating carousel
surrounded by
rows and rows of plush seats
the usual afternoon
porno crowd was there,
about fifteen docile
older guys slumped in
their chairs like
lobotomy patients
clutching flyers with
a picture of a Doberman pinscher
in a black rubber dress
arching her back
beneath the legend
BITCHES IN HEAT as the
lights went down and
sharp teeth
clicked together
behind the curtains.

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