The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home »Peaches, a short true story April 21st, 2012 This event took place in December of 2004. The following is based on actual events. Her name was Peaches. Well, that wasn't her real name. Peaches was her exotic dancing name. I guess strippers shouldn't use their real names. Come to think of it, I never asked the petite, light-skinned black girl her real name. Peaches was beautiful. She had coco skin. Curly hair that went to the length of her shoulder. Her beauty isn't the only thing that stood out to me tonight. She was completely fucked up when she approached me. I'd like to say alcoholic fucked up, but when she spoke to me, I didn't smell a hint of it. I'm guessing she was Xanax, pill-popping, messed up. I was working at a Gentleman's Club. Peaches' was a stripper, so I guess I don't blame her for being fucked up. If I had to sit on the dicks of men's laps all night, I'd probably pop a few pills myself. I wasn...