Here it is so bite me already!

Anyway, for years I post something on AFTSD and nobody says shit. This
year, I figure that giving Shango the idea for the "Best of KwanzaSpeak"
would be enough. But for some reason, all the boonies come out of the
woodwork, and with a mere few hours left start giving me hell for not
posting one. I've never really known what to put in AFTSD posts, and the
really one incident that stands out in my mind over the years, was the
time I got probably what is my all time fav, who was working in Houston
at the time, to come back to my hotel room for some after hours nasty.

I had gone down to Houston for business, and another business friend was
coming in from California for the same. This guy had a customer, who had
an employee, who was going to meet us and take us around that night,
supposedly to show us a "good time". When I heard this, and knowing the
guy from CA, this meant he thought he was going to get laid. If I'm not
mistaken, I was in one of the two seperations I had with my ex wife.
However, getting laid wasn't especially on my list of things to do. I
was still pretty much strip club addicted back then. But, the bud from
CA wanted to go clubbing with this guy, so after finally meeting up with
him at the hotel lobby, we followed the guy out to party central of
Houston.

I'm not sure, but I thought it was off Richmond or something, south of
downtown. We drive into this area, and there are people all over, I get
the wonderful van parked and I find them standing by "Cabo". Here in
Fort Worth they opened one of these up last year, but in Houston it was
meat market central, I soon found out. We went inside. The bar area was
assholes to elbows. Nothing but hung up looking, bummed out single young
doods, and slick polished girls with boob jobs. I'm not talking
strippers here...uh uhh, these were good, corn fed Texas girls. Pretty
annoying, lots of the ole' kiss on the cheek, fake greeting, going on.
Big groups of guys, and big groups of girls. Okay folks, I wasn't 21 at
this time, and I'd been here and done this, and it sucked the first
time. I wasn't in the mood. Too make a long story short, after hanging
around about an hour, I told my bud he was on his own, and drove like
mad hoping to get in an hour or so at my fav club before it closed,
Caligula.

This was before the crackdown in Houston. The ordinances had been
passed, but they were on hold until the judicial system could have a
whack at them. Caligula was the home of Nadia...or as some of the other
strippers called her "Naughtya". She was the east german spy stripper.
Tall, close to 6 feet, bleach blonde, big fake hooters, and some of the
nastiest stripper garb I've seen on dancers. She was fun, no nonsense,
no games, she knew what you wanted and was willing to oblige. She never
pushed dances on me that I thought, and with that accent, you could
really believe she was from Russia. The first time we had met, was with
another friend over a year earlier, and she had told us she was from
Russia, but she had written her pager number with curly "9"'s, and my
west point grad bud said that was the way the east germans did it. Thus,
we created her "east german spy stripper" persona.

However, this time I had the feeling I was a little tired of Nadia, and
hoped there might be some different action. But, it was late, about an
hour before closing, and the serious nasty dancers already had their PL
for the night. I was getting nothing, no walk by's, no smiles. Damn,
this was bad. I had seen Nadia working the crowd earlier, but made no
attempt to signal her. Finally, an "okay" looking dancer came over and I
gave her a shot. She was young, had no idea of anything currently going
on, and was actually pretty airy, a big no no, especially here and
especially with me. She moved on. I was beginning to get scared, this
wasn't a layover trip, it was tonight or nothing for entertainment, and
Houston had never let me down. With about twenty minutes to go, here she
came, out of the corner of my eye, Nadia had seen me.

She comes up, friendly as ever, she sits, she dances a couple, and I
wonder what in the hell was wrong with me, why didn't I grab her earlier
when I had the chance. Last call, five minutes, and get out! Nadia had
talked in the past of going to a hotel room or two, and so the idea came
to my mind. We were saying how time had gone by so fast, and I told her
"hey, I'm just down the road at the Hilton, if you want, come by and do
some more dancing, no funny stuff, just whatever you want". She looked
at me, hesitated and said something like, "well, I'm not sure it's
late", but then said, "okay, I'll be over in a few minutes". I told her
the room number and said I'd be up for twenty more minutes once I got
there. She assured me she'd be there, which I already knew, in these
cases, meant very little chance. But Nadia had always seemed pretty
honest for some reason, or she was a good liar. I walked out, got in the
van and drove it back to the hotel.

I was in the room 5-10 minutes when there was a knock. I open it, Nadia
strides in. She's wearing a white cotton workout suit, and she is really
fucking, drop dead hott! (tm) in it too. I'd seen this happen before,
with a dancer I knew in Vegas, who I went out with a couple of times to
eat. The first time she was dressed in jeans and a sweater, and she
looked even more of a knockout then she did in the club in her outfit. I
wonder what this sensation is called, but a few of the other assc'ers
I've mentioned it too, have agreed with me. By the way, as a short off
topic mention here. The other time I went to eat with the dancer in
Vegas, it was dinner. She showed up at the hotel to pick me up
(ha...suckers), and she was wearing this full length black dress with a
decent amount of cleavage showing. We went to some local mexican place
and went in. Now, I paid attention because I knew what I had done as an
observer in this situation in the past. EVERY guy (hey...EVERYBODY) in
the place was staring at her, and then me, when we walked in, and I'm
sure they all had the same question..."what in the world is that woman
doing with that guy?". But fuck them, I had a damn good time, my ego ate
their asses alive. Back to the story...

Nadia comes in, askes me if I want her to dance nude or topless, I tell
her topless, she says "well, sorry it will have to be nude since I'm not
wearing any panties"...Gawd, what a line. She strips it off, not that I
hadn't ever seen her pussy, Nadia would flash it continually while
dancing, and while just sitting in your lap at the club. So, tune the
radio, and I sit in the nice comfy chair while I obviously have the most
fun laps of my life. It's grope central, and for my standards, it's all
I want and lots of it. After awhile Nadia is doing some nice moves on
the bed and says "you can masturbate if you'd like to". Huh hmmm, "well,
uh, that really isn't one of my things"..."no problem, but you can if
you want". Back then, I was still pent up about some things, and this
was one of them. I also had the fact that I thought I might stay married
by some miracle, but that wasn't the main idea. However, if Nadia had
told me I could do a money shot on her, then that might have pushed me
over the edge. Nowadays I might be more inclined to do it as well,
however, nowadays I don't spend money that would entice a dancer back to
the room anymore. If this is good or bad, I can't really tell. She
mentions that there had been some guys in the past who had paid her just
for her to watch them wank it. I've heard this line before, but I figure
she might have really done it.

Anyway, for about an hour, I'm having fun, Nadia is trying to become my
second skin, and woody is at full attention. We talk some, Nadia was
single back then, so no hurry to get along. I told her I'd try and look
her up next time in Houston, and out she went. I've never had it happen
again, and honestly don't really care if it ever does. It was great, it
was fun, it was pathetic as hell, and no, I'm not telling how much it
cost me. When she came in the room, I put down a certain amount of money
on the end table and told her to do what she wanted for however long she
wanted. I will say that it was comparable to how much I might have spent
in 2-3 hours at the club, but this was pretty well non stop
entertainment. Nadia made money, she was smiling when she left, and when
I saw her again in Houston, right before she left for Vegas, she smiled
at me then. She had moved from Caligula, but Jim Forte and I had found
her after going to several other places. The laws were going into effect
in about a week, but no one was sure if it would make a difference. They
did. Nadia had told me she had already been ticketed a couple of times
for "lewdness" and if the laws took effect, it would keep her from
getting a license to dance. She said she would move to Vegas, and soon
after, she did.

I saw her again in Vegas, just this last Jan, during the CES get
together. Jim had emailed me a month or so earlier, saying he had seen
her in Cheetahs, and mentioned me to her. She said she remembered me. It
had been well over a year, but I saw her one night in Cheetahs, when we
jumped in there too get somebody. The place was packed, but to me she
stood out as always. Blonde as usual, big firm tits as usual, see
through white nothing of a dress on. She walked up, we hugged, talked a
couple of minutes. I told her I would be back in before I left.

But I never made it. By this time, my spending and interest in clubbing
was on the waning side. Nowadays, the clubs are more social get
togethers with another friend or two than a dance excursion. I knew I
didn't really want to go in and spend serious money with Nadia, anymore
than I would have with any other dancer there. Nadia was fun, but I
never lost the context. I knew she was in it to make money, not to hang
around. When I saw I wasn't interested in really getting dances, I had
lost most of my interest. Nadia probably is my most all time fav dancer.
I'm just glad I never ruined it by trying to think it was anything more
than it was.

Borly