The place was run down and tiny. The only source of illumination were red lights reflecting off thick cigarette smoke. The women were visibly wrinkled and old, relics from World War II. They attended to the young service members having drinks. One was leaning very close to a Marine's ear and had a hand on his thigh.
We sat down, bought some overpriced shitty Japanese beer, fought off the grandmas, and waited for the show.
A middle-aged woman walks out in a pink nightgown that clung to her sagging body. She pulled out a banana and proceed to insert the whole thing up her vagina. She danced, stopped, performed a vigorous pelvic shake, and plop! plop! plop! plop! Banana slices dropped out of her cooch and neatly arranged themselves on stage. The act continued with a roll of quarters and more creative banana slicing. One Marine volunteered to lie down on his back and catch slices of banana with his mouth.
