Erotica
June, 1980
Imagine about 1000 screaming women crammed into a Midwest disco. Half are inebriated; the rest are bathed in a sweat of wanton desire. The wharf-like perfume of damp cotton panties over powers even the smell of Virginia Slims and rum Cokes. Over the P.A., Fast Freddy, the self-proclaimed King of Male Go-Go, incites the crowd. "C'mon, ladies," he shouts above their squeals, "make him take those clothes off!"Alone on the dance floor, one man is the center of attention.Me.Freddy...
