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From: rgreen1215@aol.com (RGreen1215)

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Subject: ASSC AFTSD SCOBE

Date: 2 Dec 1997 19:49:03 GMT

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The other day I was heading to my favorite club by cab. The driver was playing

the usual NYC game of cab chicken. My driver saw an opening at the same time

another driver did. They both accelerated to try and get there first. I knew

neither would back off. I knew that this was the end. My life passed before my

eyes. I felt myself leave my body. I was floating down a long dark hallway to a

bright light. On each side I could see old ATFs. As I drew closer to the light

I realized it was the reflection from a mirror ball seen through a door way. I

was through the door and into a room.



The room was a large oval amphitheater.  At the bottom I could see a stage with

an incredibly beautiful  nude woman defying gravity with the help of a pole. As

I watched the stage a ten plus walked up to me. “I hope you realize that you

are everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman”, I babbled. “I know, it’s the rule

here.”, she said. “In the other place everyone looks like your ex-wife. My name

is Angela, but of course, here, we are all called Angela. Would you like to sit

with me and watch the show?”



We walked down one tier and over to about the center of the stage. The chairs

were unlike any I had ever seen. Part of it was a big comfortable easy chair,

but instead of stopping where my knees would be, it continued so I could

stretch out full length. We both sat.  The chair just fit us cuddled together. 



At the end of a set my eyes wandered. I noticed across from us what looked like

lap dancing going on. “Do you do lap dancing here?, I asked. “It’s why we are

here”, she responded.  “Uh...how much”, I wondered out loud, while searching my

pockets. I hoped that common wisdom was wrong and that you could take at least

the price of a lap, with you.  



 “We do work on tips, so $1 would be great, but since it’s your first time in

the club they are free.” “How long does it last?”, I asked. “You’re the

customer you tell me”, she replied. “But what about the rules? Where are the

bouncers? “There are no bouncers”, she said, “and the only rule is that you

enjoy yourself. If touching makes you happy, we’ll touch each other wherever

you want.”



 As Angela positioned herself for the lap, I felt a gentle tug. I was being

pulled out of the chair. I fell back down the hall, away from the light, into

the cab. “See that”, said the driver, “he just missed us. Are we lucky?”  “No”,

I responded, “I don’t think so.”