From: Demented Puppy Subject: ASSC AFTSD birth and wishes of a perv I hope this doesn't ftfts, My perving life got kicked off at the tender age of 6 when I discovered my dad's stack of playboys and penthouses in his workroom. Coincidentally, that was the same year I discovered mom and dad were santa claus, but that's off topic. The pics used to give me this tingling feeling (which I still remember quite fondly) and my first woody. For ten years I satisfied myself with the mags, till one day in high school a friend (in more ways than one) coaxed me out of classes that day to go to a sc called the merry-go-round on queens blvd. When I walked in (and didn't get carded, there was no such thing as enforced drinking laws back then) and saw all those pics of my youth come back to life I knew I was in heaven and when I discovered I could actually fondle those lovely tits, I was hooked. So I spent the rest of my hs years frequenting this place and a coupla others along queens blvd. (Honey's, Nickels, Gallagher's and the Candlewood Inn) blissfully ignorant of such a thing called a lapdance. That is, until I turned 18 and my friends whisked me off to this place called Wiley's, a hole-in-the-wall where we heard you could do anything you liked to the dancers for a mere dollar and something else called a lapdance which was also a dollar. So we went and I had a great time, the first dance I got, the girl shoves her hand down my pants and starts doing a little stick shifting before getting on board and grinding. This place became my regular haunt until I heard of another place with similar policies, but the dancers were far better looking. Then I started working down at wall st. and found a new haunt for myself, the pussycat lounge on greenwich st. I quickly fell in love with the place, it was extremely laid back, it had pretty dancers and the bartender (Elisa, wonderful gal) was cool to chat with when there was a girl on stage I didn't feel like tipping and wanted to ignore. She also taught me how to make a rose out of a cocktail napkin (which I have long forgotten how to do :( ) I came the closest to an epiphany while I was there. This one girl got on stage and when we made eye contact, sparks were a flyin'. She came down my end of the bar and danced only for me for about 20 min. and wouldn't take a tip (hard to believe, but true) and joined me for a drink. I gave her one of my handmade roses, but at that age I was still tongue-tied around beautiful women (that's what I get for going to a geek hs). I liked it when dancer came and danced only for me, a nice little seduction if you will, so I only went there when it was slow and made sure to tip generously. That came to an end when I got laid off from my job and started going to school full time. I quickly became swamped with schoolwork and that ASSCycle came to an end. Now, the pussycat is a go-go bar and all my old hs haunts are closed thanks to the 'morals' of the judeo-christian belief system that the majority of this country (and world for that matter) is afflicted with. I've been to citiscapes (another ASSCycle is about to start) but it's just not the same. I like laps, don't get me wrong, it's just that at this stage of my life I prefer psychological seduction when I go to a sc. Btw, I've learned of another definition of PL. It's a promotor site in lambda phage that's used to determine whether it will enter a lytic or a lysogenic life cycle (sorta like an ASSCycle). Actuall, it's more complex than that, but this aint the arena for such a discussion. Needless to say, when we covered it in lecture I nearly fell out of my seat laughing (I've got a weird sense o'humor, shoot me). I've rambled on long enough and if you've waded this far, thanks. I tend to be parenthetical and stream of conscious when I write. Anyhoo, thanks for existing ASSC you've made my world a better place. You're doin' it with the.... R! There is no such thing as moral evil. People always do what they think is right; vice is always a consequence of misunderstanding. -William Godwin