From: lmr@stripclubreview.com (LMR)
Subject: ASSC AFTSD : Two Hours

AFTSD 1998 - "TWO HOURS"

"Oh my god, what are you doing here?" Chase screamed, as both Marie
and myself looked wide eyed at her naked body while sitting next to
the stage. "I can't believe you're seeing me naked!" she continued to
yell as I looked away from her coochie which was staring Marie right
in the face. This by itself was not a big deal, well, not the 'just
saw my buddy's girlfriend's pussy' thing, but the whole small chain of
rail side events quickly set the stage for the incidents that were
about to happen later in the evening. 

I got to the club at around 7:00pm, which was early compared to my
usual club habits, but then again, I was there to do some work. I
needed to write an article for an upcoming feature in an adult
publication, and I needed some background information. The girl I
needed to talk to was working, so there I was, sitting in a club I had
never been to before, looking at naked girls and pathetic lust-lorn
customers. At least the first part wasn't too bad.

I recognized Marie, the girl with whom I was supposed to meet, but
obviously she had no idea who I was. Afterall, she had only spoken to
me over the phone. A few weeks earlier, we talked about the article,
co-dependant relationships, and what it'd be like to get or give 48
laps. After several minutes, she actually came up to me and whispered
her sweet "I wanna fuck you, wanna dance?" lines in my ear. How
romantic. It wasn't until I said; "I'm not too sure about just one,
but how about 48?" that she yelled out "Oh shit, I can't believe you
just did that to me! Why didn't you tell me it was you when you first
came in?" 

"Well, otherwise you wouldn't have told me you wanted to fuck me, now
would you?" I replied with a chuckle as she whacked my arm without a
second thought. 

"Hey, guess who else is working tonight?" Marie asked me. "Who?" like
I had any idea whatsoever. "Chase and Denise are both working!"  Chase
is the girlfriend of my buddy CK, and Denise, her best friend, is a
gorgeous Playboy model. Obviously they both worked at the same club as
Marie, but I had no idea they were both on shift when I first came in
the door. "No way! They're really working?" I asked, as if I expected
any response other than yes. "She's up on stage next, let's sit up
there," Marie quickly added. Now this was something I didn't really
want to do, but Marie dragged me up and we sat stage front center. 

Chase danced through about half of her first song before she realized
who was sitting next to Marie. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?"
Chase screamed, as both Marie and myself looked wide eyed at her naked
body while sitting next to the stage. "I can't believe you're seeing
me naked!" she continued to yell as I looked away from her coochie
which was staring Marie right in the face. This went on through her
second song when we moved back to a booth on the side of the club.
Within a song or two, there was about four more girls sitting at our
booth exposing locker room talk for all it's worth.

A few moments later, a strip club regular by the name of Chester, who
recognized me from across the room, came strolling in with a bag of
food. For me? Well, I didn't think so, but he did bring food for Marie
who quickly offered me half her meal.  What is it? Oh, Sum Chung Suk
Express. Not that I wasn't hungry nor did I not appreciate Marie's
offer, but the last thing I needed was some starchy pseudo Chinese
food loaded with more MSG than the Accent factory. Chester is a strip
club regular whom I seem to run into at strip clubs all over Southern
California. You know it's getting bad when strip club regulars start
recognizing you.

The next twenty minutes were spent watching Marie and Chester trying
to eat limp noodles while listening to the other girls make fun of
dancers whom they either didn't know or poking fun at the girls they
didn't like for whatever reason I'll never understand nor care about.
They made fun of the dancer with the frizzy hair, the girl who had DD
tits, and of course some of the customers soon became easy targets.
Ever notice how dancers pick on other dancers not within their clique?
"Hey, check out Suzy, what is up with that nightgown looking thing?
Look at Yasmine, is she pregnant or what?  Oh my GOD! Look at that guy
with the ugly tie! Talk about a fashion faux pas!" It was never
ending, but always fun to listen to for about the first five minutes
or so.

Somewhere within that twenty minutes, Chase was also bemoaning the
fact that I had seen her naked on stage. "Ewww, that was so weird!
You're like a brother, and you saw me on stage! You saw my coochie!
Eww, I felt all dirty up there!"  "Hah, yeah, but you looked good
though sis!" I laughed and shrugged it off, but it was indeed weird to
see her naked even after seeing thousands of naked girls on stage. 
While we were sitting there watching some new girl on stage, I
remarked on how it was kind of odd that there were quite a few couples
and women customers in the club. I think partly because I just saw a
funky looking couple get seated at stage two seconds before I made the
comment. The lady was wearing a blue fishing vest and the guy was
wearing a short sleeve flannel print shirt and had one of those tacky
Texas mustaches. In a strip club, it definitely takes all kinds. I
figured: tourists.

A few moments later, Marie comes back to the booth and tells all of us
that we need to sit at her stage. So now all of a sudden, there's
Chase, Chester, myself and two of the other girls who were sitting at
our booth, all sitting stage front center for Marie's stageshow.  Now,
I had never seen Marie on stage before, and if you remember, I hadn't
even met her in person up until earlier in the evening, and boy, does
this girl gets down and dirty, quickly. I don't think she had any
clothes on after the first 30 seconds of her set and she started
scaling the pole like a professional. And yes, she has great boobs and
a nicely shaved cooter as well. So while we were enjoying the
excellent stage show, Marie moves on over and starts rubbing her boobs
in Chase's face. Twice. I guess each time was for each boob. She also
gave Chester a breast sandwich. By the time she got around to me, for
some odd reason, I jumped back away from her and she missed my face
with her luscious boobies. I didn't think much of it at the time, but
that completely saved me from what was about to happen.

After we headed back to the booth, I asked Chester what he was going
to do after hanging out at the club, and whether or not he was headed
to the airdance club which he liked going to for some spurious wannabe
ATF attention. He looked at me, and said, "well, I do have sweats on
afterall, maybe I should stay for a lap or two with Marie."  "Yeah,
stay for a lap or two, you might as well," I responded.  It didn't
take long for Marie to come back to the booth, and within moments
Chester was gone into the darkness of the lap area getting his sweats
re-weaved.

A song or two passed by before I saw the beam of a flashlight whiz by
me as an uniformed cop jogged back towards the lap area. Uh oh, what's
he doing here?  Oh shit, it's gotta be a bust I thought! Marie and
Chester are screwed! I've sat through three other busts in the past,
but this time, I was totally oblivious as to what was going on. I
mean, unless there was some serious action going on during the laps, I
couldn't figure out why the cops were even here. So I started to look
around, who narc'ed? Or better yet, who were the narcs? That's when I
saw that odd couple from earlier coming out of the lap room pointing
at Marie and Chester who were both handcuffed. Holy shit!  Every bust
I've sat through before involved people I didn't know. This was the
first time people I knew were getting taken away!  Then all of a
sudden, as Chase was walking by, they pointed her out too and within a
split second, she was handcuffed as well. 

During this time, I'm listening to one of the undercover cops yelling
at another guy in a red sweatshirt, obviously another undercover,
about how Chase was part of the lewd conduct that happened at the
stage. At this point, I'm thinking, shit, they're gonna come after me
too. I was sitting at that stage! But it never happened. The lady in
the vest, the flannel dude, and even the red sweatshirt guy never came
for me. The totally un-LMR act of me avoiding Marie's boobs had saved
me from the policemen's wrath. 

I headed off into the bathroom and called my buddy CK, "Hey, Chase
just got arrested dude!"  "What? Oh shit! What did she do now?" he
screeched over the phone. "She got arrested for lewd conduct!  Chester
and Marie got arrested too! They're all handcuffed!" I replied, then
told him, "I'll call you back and keep you updated."

By this point, the undercover cops were pulling standard raid type
procedures and had the music turned off and had all of the dancers
sitting on the floor in the corner. They were ID'ing the girls, and
one of the cops said to one of the dancers, "You know, your license is
expired."  I've never heard someone reply so fast, "I was planning on
going to the DMV tomorrow," as another dancer quipped in without
trying to laugh, "yes, tomorrow is a good day." While this was
happening, Chester, Marie, and Chase were all still standing on the
other side of the room with their hands handcuffed behind them.  "Look
at the bright side," I said as I walked towards them, "I guess there
wasn't much of a need for a strip search." They all just growled at
me. 

Denise, during this whole time, had been really quiet as she figured
that if she stayed quiet, she wouldn't get arrested. She also looked
over at me with this nervous look and asked if I would mind giving her
a ride home since she was supposed to go home with Chase. There was no
way I was going to give a Playboy model a ride home. Yeah right, are
you high?  "Sure I'll give you a ride home Denise." 

I asked the policemen where they would be taking my poor handcuffed
friends, and they told me which booking station they'd be at and
approximately when they'd be released. Even with the consoling that
the cops were giving Chester, I don't think he was much of a happy
camper.  So I asked him, "well, how many dances did you get from Marie
anyway?"  He said, "two, but it was more like one and a half."  I
asked, "well, were they good? And did you pay for them?" He replied,
"yes they were good, and no I didn't pay for them, but under the
circumstances..." I just laughed and told him, "look at it this way,
you got two free laps from Marie!  She never gives anyone free laps!
Consider yourself lucky!"  Somehow I don't think he thought it was
humorous at the time. 

"Hey CK, they're going to be at the booking station, can you pick them
up in an hour?  I have to take Denise home," I told CK as we were
driving away from the club. "Sure, I'll be there in less than an
hour," he replied. As we drove off, we saw the cops putting Chester,
Marie, and Chase into the back of the squad car while Denise rolled
down the window and screamed, "BYE! I'LL SEE YOU GUYS LATER!" in an
eerily happy way.

After dropping off the Playboy babe at her mom's house, I headed home
and called my friend whom I had seen no more than thirty minutes
before I walked into the club earlier in the evening. Heck, it was
barely 9:00pm. "Hey baby, I've had the funkiest last couple of hours
since I saw you. You'll never believe what just happened..."


LMR
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