Back to the beginning

     So, it has been a few days since I written anything, here (although I have been working on something else, but I feel to speak of it at this point would just be a jinx). Tonight was a little surrealistic for me. Let me digress for a moment: I am not sure if I mentioned that I am now DJing at 2 clubs in addition to doing weddings. The main club is a topless, twenty-one and over club, but the other club is eighteen and older, and full-nude. Maybe I've been out of the industry too long, but I DO NOT remember eighteen-year-old girls looking like that. It was a little awkward, in fact; I have this weird rule where I try not to sleep with anyone younger than my oldest daughter. It does happen from time to time, it is not like I ask to see their IDs or anything, and it is well documented that alcohol can impair judgement, but for the most part, I try to keep them twenty-six and older.
     But, I digress. The point is, I worked with fifteen girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty tonight, and I found myself feeling like a perv even talking to them. Unfortunately, one of my duties as a DJ at this club is monitoring the stage (making sure the top comes off one minute into the first song, the bottoms one minute into the second song) but I found it hard to enforce these regulations without feeling like a dirty, old man. Almost all of the girls take their tops off nearly seconds into the first song, and I would not feel bad about telling them to do this if they did not do so in a timely manner; we all have tits, no big deal, really. It is the removal of the panties that I seem to have an issue with. I feel dirty (and not in a good way) when I have to "force" them to remove their bottoms. I used a couple of the old lines from when I did this before, but you (or I, maybe I'm just compulsive that way) can only say the same thing so many times...
     I guess my point is, as much as I love being on the microphone, especially in a strip club; I am semi-horrified to discover that there are lines I now loathe to cross. I guess it is time to channel my somewhat limited creativity into authoring some "new", less inappropriate feeling ways to get girls below my "acceptable" age-range to take off their underwear... The thought of this is a little frightening because once I feel comfortable achieving the above-mentioned goal, I may regress into the sexually predatory animal (I know this is not the "perfect" way to describe this, but it is almost six in the morning, and words are quickly escaping me) I once was. Hide your daughters, nieces, girlfriends, and wives; I may be about to lose the small modicum of morality I built up since leaving Deja Vu....