Finally the boys got dressed, living up to racial stereotypes with their costumes. Adam and George were both police officers in tight shorts and sunglasses. Luis was Zorro, complete with black pants, a shirt that would come off early in the dance, and even a cape. Titus was dressed in super tight football pants and a jersey from our school team. Kolten, thankfully, had avoided a culturally insensitive costume. Instead, he went all in for the “Halloween” theme. He had a Michael Myers mask and a jumpsuit that he could quickly shed to show off his thong.
A woman from the club came back and told us that we had 10 minutes. I walked up on stage and peeked out. A handful of sorority girls were filing in, all laughing as if they had been pregaming for a while. They were dressed in a hundred varieties of the same outfit – heels, short skirts, tight tops, and some type of accessory. There were slutty Halloween costumes of nurses, schoogirls, cheerleaders and several characters from “Batman Returns,” the big summer movie that year. I saw several Catwomen, a couple female Batman outfits and even a female Penguin, really just a hot coed in a short skirt with a top hat, a cigarette holder and an umbrella.
“OK. Our job is easy,” Eve said. “We make sexy comments about the boys, we make the women feel comfortable and empowered, and we keep things light and funny. You can play the innocent one, like everything is shocking and nasty, and I’ll encourage them to get even nastier. Here, drink up. It will loosen you up.”
She had a tray of vodka shots, and we both took one. The boys did, too. And then Eve and I each had another, giggling at how silly we looked.
Eve turned to the boys. “Remember, this party is to celebrate the engagements of two of the girls. They will be in the center seats up front. Pay them special attention. Don’t be too forceful with any of the ladies. Go with willingness. Don’t try to talk some shy girl into having you shove your sack in her face. We don’t want the clients upset or worse. Now let’s have fun.”
The lights went down and the music was pumping. Eve came out first and told the ladies that they were going to get a “parade of Grade A man meat” and some other silly stuff that had the sorority women screaming.
I came out and played my role: “Remember, you are proper ladies of this university, and it would be sinful and improper to paw, grope or pinch these professional dancers.”
They all booed me, and Eve egged them on. “Tonight, ladies, on the night before Halloween, let your devilish side take over. Follow whatever temptation you have. And speaking of temptation …”
The boys came out all at once. They danced in their costumes for most of one song, and I was impressed at all of their moves. Some of them flirted with the crowd. A couple times Kolten and Titus pretended to try to grab me or thrust their pelvis toward me, while I acted offended. The women were screaming, and grabbing at whatever guy came close to them.
The show went by like a blur. The most impressive moves were by Titus and Kolten, the two strongest guys. Once they stripped down to their thongs, they each lifted the newly engaged women onto their shoulders, so the women were straddling the strippers’ faces. After a few seconds of that, they spun the women upside down, so now their barely covered crotches were in the women’s faces, like a standing 69 position. The crowd went insane.