From: turbanboy@ix.netcom.com (Sai Baba) Subject: ASSC - AFTSD: When We Were Young I gave the doorman three singles and waited a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to darkness. Nope, nothing going on up front. I looked around the corner, and yup, Mercy on the corner stage, nope, no open seats. Then I saw her. She was sitting on a barstool, wearing tight leather mini dress, front zipper for easy access. Long brown hair past her shoulders, legs, legs everywhere. Her hands were resting in her lap, her face one big happy smile her eyes wide open looking at Mercy's body. She looked vaguely familiar... Nope, don't know her from any strip club, no. Damn, getting old is such a drag. Where have I seen her before? The babe followed Mercy on corner stage. She is well over 6' in high heels, slim body, and did I mention legs? Most of all, there was that big grin, not a scripted, jaded smile hardcore pros and confused rookies alike like to wear when they take the stage to shield their feelings from the stageside pervs . Let's see what a dollar gets me here... She moved in front of me and asked me to unzip her dress. My grin widened as I slowly lowered the zipper down. She pulled the dress open and let it fall on the floor and leaned against the mirror behind her. A light bulb went off in my head... As she started running her hand across her breast, I looked underneath her nipple for a mole. Nope, no mole. Whew. She started walking away, my dollar in her G string, looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. The resemblance was eerie... -o- I tried to deflect the ball, but the sucker punched it hard, and it bounced off my arm and went high up in the air and away from the field. It landed right next to a group of gals who were sunbathing and lightly sprayed sand over their oiled bodies. I started walking toward them with a goofy smile, when the closest one stood up, brushed sand off her tummy, and picked up the ball. She smiled, and threw the ball up in the air in front of her. . I raised my hands just in time to catch it before it hit my face. Whoa, look at that bikini on her! Hey, thanks! Sorry about that... No problem, mind if I join you? My name is Danielle... Ugh, suuure... I spent the rest of the game trying to act cool all the while trying to catch a glimpse of Danielle's tall, lean body whenever I thought she wasn't looking my way. The breeze was playing with her long light brown hair, her boobies were bouncing every time she ran for the ball, and she smiled at me every time she looked at me, and none of this helped my cause. Luckily, the game was soon over, and we all went to swim a bit to cool off. She, like myself, just graduated from a highschool at the time, stayed at her parents' condo at the same seaside resort, and would spend the rest of the summer there. Neat-o! Getting her and her girlfriends to go out with us that night was a piece of cake. Discovering that she has a mole underneath her nipple took me a few days, however. The rest of the summer was a blur. I remember leaving for my hometown with a higher set of expectations when it comes to horizontal mambo, and with hope I'd see her next summer. -o- I was still grinning after her set, when she came over, still wearing that smile, and introduced herself. Shana was thy name; first time in G string was on the bet while still in High school; took the grand prize on amateur night. She returned after graduation, her boyfriend send her to make some money while he was busy trying to get that ever important first gig. He eventually dumped her and emptied their apartment; her cat wandered away, too. Luckily, Humane Society recovered Rusty. "Have they found your drummer, too?" Giggle. "So, you kept on working just in case you find another musician who needs money?" "No, I am getting my certificate this summer, then I am quitting." She was amazingly soft-spoken and level-headed for a teenage stripper, yet refreshingly naive. "It's just a job, but while I am in the club doing it, I may as well have as much fun as I can." "It's just a job?" "Yeah, it's not like it's going to change my life..." Hold on to that thought. -o- As much as I enjoyed watching Shana dance, the fascination with physical resemblance with my old flame could only capture my attention so far. She was entertaining, but not nasty by any stretch of imagination. What to do, what to do... "You know, I have never understood why men would pay to see a woman strip..." she said, while eyeing Mercy on stage, "... until I saw Mercy dance." Aha! To cut a long story short, Mercy was a major babe. Arguably the best ass ever seen on a white woman and that "come 'ere and get me, big boy" look in her eyes were hard to ignore. To put it diplomatically, everybody in the joint, and their estranged spouses and parole officers would give up an arm, leg and their firstborns to spend a week on a desert island fucking the living daylights out of her. Of course, there would be NO resting on the seventh day. No fool we. It took me a while to get Shana to sit with me and tip Mercy. Once she agreed... Hoboy. Here comes the flood. -o- All seats at the corner stage were taken. We walked up and stood at the stage entrance with dollar bills in our hands, giggling like kindergarten kids. We're going to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard... Oh, here she comes. Shana blushed and started giggling as Mercy moved her lips down her neck toward cleavage. Mercy paused, looked at her, smiled, and pulled the top of Shana's dress down, exposing her perky B cups. She was moving her lips across Shana's boobs, flicking her tongue over nipples. My partner went silent as Mercy went down on her knees and started kissing her ankles, shins, and moving up toward her thighs. I was watching over Shana's shoulders as Mercy looked up at us, smiled, and licked Shana's thigh, flashing her tongue post. Then she buried her face in Shana's crotch and started moving her head in circular motion. Shana moaned and her knees gave up. She squatted down and hugged Mercy, then pushed her gently back down on the floor. Mercy was on her back now, resting on her elbows, while Shana went down on all fours and buried her face between Mercy's thighs. Mercy just stared in awe while Shana was going down on her. Then she leaned her head further back and closed her eyes, as Shana strategically covered Mercy's thighs and belly with her long brown hair, all the while she kept working on Mercy's crotch. For the first time ever, Mercy lost control over her set. Shana's hair was flying all over Mercy's thighs as she moved her head back and forth. As the song started winding down, Mercy regained her composure, leaned forward and touched Shana's face. The gals stood up, hugged and lightly kissed each other while Shana's hands were resting on Mercy's butt. The DJ's voice broke the spell. The set was over. Shana pulled her dress up, and turned to me, still red in her face with a Cheshire cat smile. "So how's your day so far?" we blurted at the same time and burst into laughing. My day just got, like... woo hoo hoo!!! She hugged me and whispered "Let's sit down, I am still weak in my knees." -o- The "next summer" came 7 summers too late. "My parents are moving to your hometown, I am staying behind with my fiance. I'll be in your town for a few days to help them with the move. Wanna hook up?" Ummmmmkaaaayyy. We were sitting on a sofa and making the small talk when Danielle decided she had enough of idle chit-chat. "I am getting married soon, and I want you to be the last one before I tie the knot." She stood up, headed over to the bathroom, opened the door and turned to me. "When I get out, I'll be naked, and you'd better be too." She closed the door. I stared at the doorknob for what seemed like an eternity, then felt a cigarette burning on my fingers. I put it out, slowly got up, and walked over to the guest bedroom. I knew already that some women age gracefully and some don't. That night I learned that a chosen few look way better in mid 20s than in their teens. I also raised my expectations when it comes to bedroom acrobatics several notches higher. -o- I saw Mercy on main stage as I entered the club, and without looking much around, sat down to tip her. The owner's son was sitting at stage, and she was putting on quite a show for him, judging by the sheer number of dropped jaws around him every time she'd play with her G string. "Scoot over! Make some room in the chair for me." Shana appeared out of nowhere with a wad of singles in her hand, standing next to me. She had that puppy love look in her eyes. C'mon Shana... sit in my lap! Please? She tapped her foot and gave me a mean eye. Okay. We shared the chair as Mercy continued to entertain the sultan and his buddies. Shana was growing impatient by the second. Mercy would always come and play with her, what was *this* all about? "Hey, come over here!" She was sitting on the edge of the seat, waving dollar bills in her hand in Mercy's direction. "Come here, Meeerrrcyyy!" The look on her face grew to a sheer desperation. "She doesn't like me..." she whispered and hung her head low. When Mercy came to the corner where we were sitting to pick up her dress she finally acknowledged Shana and hugged her, feigning surprise to see her sitting there. That was she gal needed - her face transformed in a split second into the widest, goofiest smile I have ever seen on her, and she stuttered while trying to say something to the object of her lust. Finally she gave up, and hugged Mercy back. When the gals broke off the hug Shana just sat there and giggled like a little girl. "See, she still likes me, she just hasn't seen me, that's all!" That was the day I realized I had created a monster. -o- Shana was falling for Mercy, hard. Mercy, on the other hand, was a model straight chick stripper who's been around a block a few times. Mercy was okay with the idea of pay for play with another girl, but the idea of having another woman fall for her head over heels was freaking her out. She was slowly distancing herself from the puppy-eyed kid who turned to big puddle every time she smiled or said kind words to her. Mercy was treating Shana like she'd treat any pants wearing wide-eyed PL that'd show just a tad too much enthusiasm or affection for her; nothing more, nor less. "Do you think she'd play with me if I went up to tip her?" Shana asked. We were sitting at the bar, Mercy was up on main stage. Her eyes were said, her voice desperate. There are a few things that still capture my attention these days in my hometown clubs; raw emotions are one of them. Shana had a heart of gold, I couldn't let her made a monkey out of herself in front of me and not do anything about it. "No" "What should I do?" "We're gonna go & play with her", I nodded toward another gal she was in good terms with. Pretty much cut from the same mold as Mercy, only less of a Goddess. "Would that help me get Mercy to like me again?" "No. But, it just might get you your dignity and self respect back. C'mon, let's go..." She followed me to the other gal's stage and we tipped her. It went well; they liked each other, and eventually became buddies. A few weeks later, Shana came up to me and said, matter-of-factly: "You were right. Mercy has been warming up to me lately." She knew it was a bittersweet victory - she was never going get what she wanted from Mercy, no matter what she did or said. -o- I got up from the bed and walked over to the phone. My head was aching. I answered the phone and heard the familiar voice. It must be Sunday. We always talk on Sundays. "... and by the way, Danielle called. She asked how were the things with you. I didn't tell her much. She also asked if you were coming home to visit any time soon..." "Danielle called?!?!" It's been 7 years. It's time. -o- "Is there anything I could do at stage to impress you?" Shana whispered, with a smug smile on her face as she leaned over tiprail. Blank stare. There are so many ways to answer that question to an air dancer, I didn't know where to begin. Then she quickly leaned forward, put her hands on my shoulders and gave me a quick boob facial. Boy-eee!!! The first and the last I ever got from her. She got me. She giggled and clapped her hands in joy. "Tee hee hee!!! I did it! I did it! Tee hee hee." She was still giggling after her set while she was putting her dress on. I had a dancer actually think how to impress me? What a trip... She needed to stay through the night shift, she was $40 short of making her money for the day. I looked around the club. It was nearly empty, and she was up next on the corner stage. "Well, you know that I don't do table dances, but if you do a few things to impress me during next set, I would make it worth your while..." "It isn't anything nasty, is it?" "Nothing you can't handle for a song or two..." She got up and walked to stage with concerned look on her face. "What is he up to now??? Good there's nobody but him and that dude sitting next to him in the blind corner. What is this? A five dollar tip? A whole fucking fiver? Better than what he usually tips, I guess. Wait... he's putting it in his mouth?! EEEEK!!! Okay, I'll be a good sport. Um, I can't pick it up with my boobs, they aren't big enough... I'll do it with my mouth. Close my eyes, pick it up with teeth; don't touch it with lips, don't breathe. YEY, DID IT! WHEW. Oh, another fiver in front of him. What now? Why is he pushing his chair away from stage and leaning back? Ok, I'll come closer... Hey, what's his money doing in his LAP??? YOUSONOFABITCH!!! Ah, I know what I'll do... lean forward, hold the tiprail... Okay. WHACK. Heh, it feels good to whack him with my hair. WHACK WHACK. Now, let's see how she likes it when I rub his belly with the back of my head. Haha, he is ticklish! Okay, my lucky Buddha, you won't even notice when I pick it up with my hand like this. Wheee! Okay, off comes the dress. What, another $5? Don't go bankrupt, dude! Might as well rub my nipples at the rail edge, maybe it'll make him fork over more... WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS HAND DOING HANGING OVER THE RAIL??? You wanna play hardball? Okay. Owie, his hand feels cold against my chest. Now, hold that hand still as I wrap my boobs around it. Feels good, eh? Okay, enough, now let that fiver go. I said, let go! Good boy. Great, the dude next to him is tipping me too! I am gonna end the set dancing for that guy. Ha, that was easy. Set over, lemme pick up my dress... what, he wants to tip another five? Cool! Here, big boy, I am pulling aside my G string at hip... slide it in. Why are you shaking your head? Just slide it... OH, DEAR MOTHER OF LORD!!! He slid the bill all the way forwards and is now rubbing my pelvis with it! It's halfway down my G string up front, for chrissake!!! Yeah, cute, very cute. Ha, ha. Oh, well, I didn't do bad on this set for an empty club on Monday..." "So...?" I raised my eyebrow as she sat next to me after her set. "I can't believe I did all this..." "I thought you'd punch me in face midway through the set..." "Don't be silly it wasn't that bad..." A few weeks later, two days before her 20th birthday, Shana took the stage for the last time; as she promised six months earlier, she got her certificate and a real job. We hugged each other one last time, wished each other the best of luck in our lives, and went our merry ways. I bought my ticket home a week after Shana retired. It was time. -o- "That street has a different name now, you've been away for a while, haven't you?", the cabbie blabbed. Hoboy, here we go again... Yes, yes, I have. I don't know shit about this town anymore, so I have hillbillies like you to teach me basic stuff, like the name of the streets of *my* hometown, for example, and where to get killer home made burgers with fries at 4 in the morning. I got out of the cab and buzzed the intercom. I noticed graffiti next to it. Nick Cave? I shook my head. Seven years and they still haven't removed it... I walked up to her door and rang the bell. My palms were sweating. For all I know, she could be a 200 pound porker now. I heard the sound of footsteps, and the door opened. -o- Danielle was lying naked on her stomach, her eyes closed, her long light brown hair covering her neck and shoulders, going down her back past her shoulder blades. She turned sideways toward me, opened her eyes and whispered: "It's been a while for me, I used to be good at this..." I glanced at her body. Not a pound over what she used to be when we first met. No stretch marks, boobs still as firm as when I first saw them, her butt still defying gravity. Yup, just as I thought, could easily pass for Shana's big sister. How does she do that? And what's this crap about being rusty? She started getting up. "I gotta get ready to pick up my daughter..." Wake up, loverboy! The time didn't stop when you left it all behind. Things are just a tad different now than what they used to be when we were young... We dressed in silence next to each other. "Maybe it's better this way...", she mumbled. What? "Maybe you'd have turned out to be just like my ex-husbands, if we ever had the chance..." She left the room and I heard the bathroom door shut closed. Her eyes were red when she returned. We walked to the kindergarten in silence. Fifteen minutes later I waived her and her daughter goodbye and hopped into the cab. I closed my eyes and wondered where Shana was, and if she ever missed her afternoon delights with Mercy... -o- A few weeks later, I was back at my home club. "Hi!" A voluptuous blonde I vaguely remembered was sitting next to me. She made a small talk while looking impatiently toward the corner stage. "Do you ever tip Mercy?" I looked at the bottled water she had in her hand. "That's your drink?" "Yeah, I am only 20..." I did a double take. She didn't look like anybody I have ever known in my life. "Sure, let's go tip Mercy..." "YEY!!!" She jumped up from the chair and hurried to the stage like a happy puppy. We are going to see the Wizard, the beautiful Wizard... Sai Baba ________ To reply remove "t" from my user ID