I’m not much of a fan of top 40s pop, not now and not in 1986,the likes of when the charts were topped by Whitney Houston, Madonna, Lionel Richie, and, yes, Samantha Fox. Nevertheless, this song holds a special place in my wetware.
Besides the main three college clubs/bars (The Phoenix, The Flying Club, and Circle Bar) there was another one on the north side of Salisbury we rarely ventured to for no other reason than it required driving. The Phoenix and Flying clubs were within walking distance, so stumbling home after a night of overindulgence was no problem. The Circle Bar, being a more laid back pool-shooting place, wasn’t somewhere we went to get hammered, so the brief three-mile drive from campus wasn’t an issue.
This last club (whose name escapes me) was about 10 minutes away. It was a big place, a kind of country and western themed hangout, which is another reason why we didn’t frequent it. But one Saturday they had a big event they promoted relentlessly on campus via fliers plastered everywhere: a group of female exotic dancers was going to perform. A five dollar cover got you in the door and two beers, so we got the group together and headed out.
Accompanying us on this trip was Jim; a tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed fellow whose only problem with the ladies was beating them off. Jim was also a bit fastidious, which, as you’ll see later, has a bearing on this tale.
The show started at 10:00. We arrived around nine and got a table. There was no stage, but a space had been cleared out against one wall to make a dance floor. By the time 10:00 rolled around, the club was pretty packed, most of them being guys (and a few ladies) from the college.
There were around eight girls or so who, after a song or two, left the dance floor and began working the crowd, grinding on people and giving lap dances. Much cheering ensued. This song was about halfway done when a cute - and totally nude - blond dancer climbed onto Jim’s lap and rode him for the whole rest of the song, seriously rubbing her naked boobs all over his face. He sat there and endured, his expression indicating he’d have rather been just about anywhere other than where he was.
When the song ended and she finally moved away, we razed him pretty good.
“How’d you like that Jim?” we asked.
Jim did not look happy. “Her boobs have been licked by at least ten guys and she just rubbed them all over my face. How would you like it?”
Touch Me, by Samantha Fox
What memories does this song make you think of?
