I told her I thought it looked very nice. There may have also been a thumbs up involved.
As the final fanfare died down, I felt a wave of relief. It was almost over. "Stand up, Meagan," Ebony commanded. Umm... what? There’s more? I didn’t want to be argumentative in the tiny booth on the top floor of a Times Square peep show so I did as I was told.
"You have very nice thighs," she told me. "Lift up your skirt to let me see." For a hot second I blushed with pride and actually put my hands to my skirt, contemplating returning the favor. All of a sudden the curtain rolled itself down and Ebony opened the door telling me for an extra $20 I could continue the show in the back room.
Sh*t. She got me. She never liked my thighs. She didn’t care about what I had going on. I was just a dollar sign, no better than all the other chumps who have wandered into these rooms looking for a little validation and a couple minutes of attention from a naked stranger. Times Square 1, Meagan 0.