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Since my job seems dead set on sabotaging my Fridays with obligatory classes, starting tomorrow, conflicting directly with the 1 Pm matinees at Blush, I made my way down there this evening.  It was relatively sparse and quiet, hard to say why, possibly because of a mild weather scare -- storms were predicted, but it's only been overcast -- possibly also because folks may me heading out early for the Labor Day weekend.  Anyhow, it was rather light when I showed up circa 5:30 tonight.

I liked one dancer named Sandrine, relatively slim up top but a gently intriguing beauty, so I got a dance off her.  Perversity (see above) was with me -- and I'm not sure whether it's due directly to perversity of not, but I do know that the private dancers seem even more worked up and giving of themselves that usual.

In no time it was time for Ashlynn Grant, who came out in a costume of American flag imagery, which I find fine for subliminal Wonder Woman roleplaying -- she was slightly filled out since I last caught her a year and a half ago, but even more striking than before.  With her dark eyes and sharply defined beauty, I find myself dubbing her the Carmen Electra of Blush -- certainly she's the closest to CE I've seen down there in two years.  Anyhow, she danced and stripped solidly for all three songs, giving away pictures at the end but never stopping, no "cooterball" or whatever for her.

I was able to get her in a dance, which is damn lucky for the awkward evening hour of 6:30 leading in to the 7 PM shift change, and we chatted about how Brandi Morgan kept me on top of her.  She's at something called www.simplyfemales. com which strikes me as a bit of a ripoff, she really ought to have her own place.  Anyhow, we talked about how she used to be a Montana girl and is heading back there again, to the University of Montana, and in the booth she took devilish delight in my surrendering to her golden lasso.

We got along nice, but I may want to catch her a bit more tomorrow night, because I was waylaid almost immediately after my Ashlynn dance by the seductive power of the house girl Phoenix.  Phoenix is glamorous, so much so that it's hard to believe she's with the club and not a headliner in her own right.  She was coy with her breasts but otherwise very heated-up.

And before all this, a nice-enough dancer who I'll dub Carroll chatted me up a little and then promised "You're going to be **70** someday."  I'll have to get details from her.  By who?  To what end?  When?

Ashlynn talked up Carmen Hart, who's due next week -- mmm, but I think I may just hold out for Gia Nova the week thereafter, and meanwhile I may yet determine who would want to **69** me ...

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Welcome to the first anniversary of this thread!

I think Blush undersells how great its house girls are.  I'm already wondering what's going on when more feature entertainers turn up elsewhere -- according to this month's Go-Go!, a C. J. Belle made it out to Beemer's in McKeesport, and a Vivian West made it out to Smithton's Filly Corral (where I believe Taya Parker was earlier, an apparent Blush defector).  Certainly the ads for every other place keep pushing the girls: Club Erotica has a fine golden-skinned beauty lying supine and topless, and their website is even accesed by spelling out "girls of Club Erotica."  Certainly if I were to go by ads alone, the shockingly lovely anonymous blonde for Jill's Gentleman's Club might inspire a special pilgrimage down to West Virginia.

But I check out the handy photo files of Club Erotica, and many are nice, but the fact remains that the Blush girls are often seriously hot.  Why they run ads focusing exclusively on feature dancers or on some anonymous faceless model showing off some hip and a firm full breast is beyond me.  Of course, they're constantly advertising for new talent, and that may well be a strength of theirs -- they get so many hotties because they're always hunting down and revolving so many hotties.

Take Thursday.  I finally became intrigued enough to check out this Gia Nova girl.  She says she's from Pittsburgh, her Go-Go! bio says she's from Atlanta -- I tend to side with the Burgh, if only because her voice sounds much more local to me.  But I also came for house girls.  Truth to tell, I was hoping to hang out long enough for Hot German Heidi, as she has come to be known on this thread, but she never showed --

BUT ... some slim new blonde girl named Spirit (I think Will Eisner would let her slide) turned up and, damn, if it hadn't been while I was waiting for a private session with Gia Nova, I'd've snatched her up.  Someone somewhere has both a good eye and incredible luck.  If I could have had Spirit and Heidi -- ahh, what an evening that could have been ... or still may be.

As things went, I met Lockley again, and then of course met Gia Nova.  Details forthcoming ...

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So anyhow, the ever-fine blonde bartender automatically recognizes me and gets me my beer, and I'm sitting at the bar facing the stage, biding my time.  Fact is, quite a few house girls are not magazine model stunners but are so imbued with attitude and athleticism that they automatically establish their own charm.  So many girls, not enough money.

Anyhow, I'm watching the show, and Lockley is sitting way off in the corner where the feature dancers will quickly set up shop selling premiums.  I recognize her far off and think nothing of it -- until she walks right up to the stage, and then to the bar, and then to me, and the next thing I know she is standing directly between my splayed legs.  About as nice and blatant a "Hi there!" as you can get.

And that exact moment, the DJ wants to see her about something.  Argh!  But soon she's up and dancing, and after a welcome like that, well, I've got to get her in private.

I still think that Operation Perversity (see above) gives a vague and yet distinct edge to club proceedings lately.  I tuck Perversity, and I still have trouble, that day it wants to keep pointing to the left, but anyhow, I'm committed to it.  So I ask Lockley for a dance, and we get sort of reintroduced, she's trying to keep track of me from now on.
Anyhow, she gets on with lap dancing, and at one point worries if she's hurting me, to which I can say No because it's not even me down there, and she comments "Wow!"  I hang on to her for a third song, and it's worth it, because she seems to be steadily heating up as we go and by that third song she's worked herself into a really nice frantic dry hump up against Perversity and then she orgasms.  Now remember, it was just a few months back that Summer Leigh spontaneously orgasmed for me, so this is really shaping up to be a great year.

A bit awkwardly, she's up and dancing again (odd schedule) just before Gia Nova, and she's very lovey-dovey each time she stops by, mussing my hair, getting in a good smooch.  With any luck she's going to keep me straight from here on.

Gia Nova was worth the visit.  She came out in boxer's gear with big gloves, and the robe came off quickly.  She's small, but with a hefty cup size against her small frame, shown off well by a tight cut-off T-shirt which she RIPPED away from her emerging naked breasts, always a great effect.
Her act was atheltic and hotly self-lotioning, with some help from a volunteer, ending handily with our biting photos off her lotioned body and breasts.

I think she's relatively new, and truth to tell I think she still needs to find her way as a dancer, but she was very sweet and sounded very keen on seeing me again.  It was not to be, not this weekend -- but if she ever gets back here, I'll take her up on a double dance.

That was about it -- Downtown was crazy, what with some new construction, and so I had to hunt down my weirdly rerouted bus and when I caught sight of it I ran after it.  The driver noticed me and held for me, joking that she wasn't that sure where to be, either.

And speaking of where to be -- I wouldn't be too surprised if I stand clear of the club all the way till December.  Tanya Taylor's due back in October, but I don't know how much loyalty I feel to her, she's practically a real estate agent already anyway.

But I'll be checking the dancing schedules, and if Heidi is appearing with Spirit, and maybe some others ... well, then ...      

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So here's the deal: I was so inspired by the prospect of seeing Spirit and Heidi that I checked the online dancer schedule and headed down on Thursday -- and I didn't see them around.  Spirit's name wasn't even on the board they dispaly in the club, and I guess Heidi can show up as late as she likes.

Brigham (see above) came right over to my little table.  I got her a drink and learned that she's a dance instructor and choreographer -- and when I got her into a booth, I certainly believed her, she was bending and stretching all over that area.  Her body's all right, but her real pluses are a quiet sweetness and, as I say, skillful posing.  One dance between us was perhaps inevitable, so I was glad to finally get that out of the way.

I had Perversity tucked in place, and at last he didn't seem that anxious to flop to the left, he did a better job of jutting forward that day.  I've no clear idea if Perversity actually affects a dancer -- but let's just say, things tend to go smoother, curiously enough.  Take this new girl, I'll call her Burne.  She's only been there a month and a half and her body is okay but she has a really nice face and fairly athletic, so I figure, Try her.  Soon after she starts rubbing against me she keeps murmuring "You're lying ... !"  (I wish it had occurred to me to ask "How can I be lying when I'm not even talking?")  She gave her all in the booth, flipping herself over and giving a lot of phallic ministration while being sure to ask "Is this hurting?"  Anyhow, I was amused by all the repeats of "You're lying," because if she was sure I was lying, why keep repeating it?  I like to think she was debating Perversity's reality.  Anyhow, it was a great session -- and long after, when I was at my small table, she sought me out, came over, talked me up some more and SHOOK MY HAND before leaving (I was actually keeping her overtime from the end of her shift).  Definitely I'll have to get back to her.

I've noted Columbia before, the wildly athletic redhead who seems to consistently dress in red (hey, it suits her), but I don't think she ever met Perversity before.  Her body is good enough and her face is simply damn beautiful, very sharply defined, she seems a born model.  Anyhow, her dance also got blatantly sexual and she was very giving, allowing me to glide my hands up and down her sides while she leaned back against me and cradled her breasts into a tight cleavage for my perusal.  She too seemed infused with an extra eagerness to see me again.  So, I think I'll keep wearing Perversity, as it never seems to actually work AGAINST me -- plus December's coming, and I'll get to walk around with a handy heavy coat ...

Shyla Stylez comes by in two weeks, I'm going to check her out, and possibly someone named Exotica after that.  Tanya Taylor is due back later next month, I was tempted to take a pass on her, but reading through this thread again I saw my own review of her private dance and figured "Well, heck, then."  Sometimes, as you accumulate experiences, you actually wind up having to sell yourself ...  

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Today was insanely expensive but insanely worth it.  Truth to tell, I've never had that great a regard before for the straightforward porn starlets who take a stab at stage performance (as I don't really follow porn anyway), preferring women who really know how to move.  But over time I found Shyla Styles to be a special case.  I would check scenes from her downloadable little movies, and it must be the first time I ever saw a new porn star (as compared to a confirmed star, like Lovette, and Berk had to talk me into seeing Teri Weigel) and on the basis of that work, dance unseen, I figured "GET HER IN THE BOOTH."

First things first.  It was a bright hot humid day, so I appreciated the ritual cold beer more than ever.  It was a good day for house girls because twice they walked right up to me and chatted me up.  I was just going to play it cool, but the first girl in for the afternoon was seated several stools down from me and came right over.  I had only noted her in passing, we had never really met.  Turned out her name was Stelline, and she had dark curls and arresting eyes.  I got her a Red Bull (the girls seem to be into those) and we talked about this and that -- when whoosh, the DJ let her know she was first dancer up (probably because no one else had shown up yet).  This gave me a great chance to watch her do her dance.  Stelline is very solidly built with strong legs and a decent workable rack.  Anyhow, I watched, she sat back down with me, the younger, more coltish brunette barkeeper chatted with us a bit, and then I figured, Let's see her in action.  A very sensual dancer, good eyes, good breathing in your ear, body flowing up and down along you -- not among my first choices, but definitely worth catching again from time to time.

After Stelline, the stage dancers still had not warmed up much -- meanwhile, a lovely short girl with black straight hair and luminous pale skin, wearing a classy red costume dress, headed right for me as soon as I came out of the booths.  She said her name was Fallon, which floored me somewhat -- there used to be some other girl named Fallon, but now this one seems to have taken it the name over.  Anyhow, I liked the idea of back-to-back dancers and hustled Fallon straight back.

Fallon was HOT -- not in the sense of her body, which was skinny but still workable, but in her attitude.  She leapt right into action, clambering all over me, and as the dance progressed it got rather intensely coital, lots of suggestive dry humping.  Before even sitting at the bar I had, of course, shoved Perversity (see above) into place, and I was glad to have it down there so as to keep up with a real fah-reak like Fallon.

Before I knew it, it was Shyla time.  She didn't really have any particular theme to her dance, simply layers of nice trashy lingerie coming off, and it was a real strip, too, because she would allow peeks at her excellent enhanced boobs but took the longest time letting her bra come off.  She showed me a lot of attention -- possibly because I slipped her a fiver and then another, rare that I do that even for a feature -- and we got along well.  I got to squirt water all over her tits and pussy, but she wound up handing her rolled-up posters to two others, ah well.

She had a fair line of fans after her show, and I let a few guys slide ahead of me.  I got a Polaroid off her -- she holds my head to her right boob and signs "Murdock, Cum play inside me!  Shyla."  And in the booth -- wow.  She was this platinum dream come true, as if emerging right out of the computer screen -- and I think she dug perversity, because she got a couple of long intense gallops going.  A booth with Shyla was quite simply dry-hump fantasy screwing at its best -- only way to cap it would be if she had climaxed like Summer Leigh (see far above) but you can't have everything.

So that was Shyla.  Will see in two weeks if I'm up for (Spicy) Exotica ...

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So here's the deal: Exotica, aka Spicy Exotica -- and I get personal confirmation from her that she is indeed "Exotica Soto" (any relation to Talisa, though?) -- is the feature dancer, and she's built and she's athletic and she's hot and desirable, but SHE DOESN'T DO THE PRIVATE DANCES.  I think I started off this thread with some girl named Andi Sue Irwin, who likewise wouldn't do the private thing, and it turns out Exotica's the same way.  Argh!  Hasn't she ever SEEN the movie Exotica?  I think she could learn a thing or two from Mia Kirschner ...

Luckily, there were two dancers up right before her, who I managed to catch.  One was new to me but evidently a veteran of several years there, a lively, smiling, but fairly ordinary woman with good apple-big breasts whom I will call Martine.  She was very friendly and focused on me during her set -- as was the dancer after her, Martha, whom I've mentioned in this thread before, a slim, small but lively body, hair whitish-blonde and very sharply cut, a very distinctive look to her over all.  Her eyes are expressive and her smile is unusually warm, and lately I've decided she has a bit of Rosanna Arquette going on in her face.  Anyhow, they were two friendly dancers, and Martha specifically propostioned me, asking if I would hang around after Exotica.

Exotic was sweet enough -- I was able to sneak a grab of her magnificently hug full fake casabas, which she laughingly discouraged, and I got a good Polaroid from her.  So that was a close as I was going to get to one seriously hot busty body.  So I hung out near the side cage where redheaded Columbia was doing her strip.  I think I'm a little in love with Columbia, she's so beautiful and she moves so well.  

It was tempting to wait around long enough to hook up with Columbia -- but that was when Martha approached me and escorted me back.  (For some reason the girls were big on the "lead the man by the arm" pose.)  Martha was extremely flexible and tried a little of everything: sitting herself atop me, leaning far back onto the carpet and hunching her pelvis up against mine, so forth and so on.  There was a little too much intercutting of the whole "Let's try this ... now let's try that" attitude, but she remembered to sigh and whisper and kiss and grin between moves, so she was well worth a couple of songs.

These past few visits I've taken Perversity, as I've called it, sort of for granted, but strangely enough this night he won a couple of honorable mentions ...

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Martha murmured "That's impressive ... !" as she was rather pointedly rubbing around on me.  I liked that, though I suspect she had a healthy skepticism, sort of a take-it-or-leave-it attitude, so she didn't play on it.  But as I say, she was hot and sweet and basically it had been way too long since the last time I'd gotten her into a booth -- a bit of a shame, too, since she clearly remembered me.

After Martha, Martine noticed me straightaway and chatted me up, reminding me that I had just seen her on stage.  She had a distinct Southern accent, and it seemed part of the total package that she offered a dance and promised she was "one hell of a good dancer."  As we got started, I realized that she was willing to be a bit dirtier than most, because she leaned her naked body back against me and started doing the whole phone sex thing, "what I would do with you" and all that.  A dancer hardly ever volunteers verbal fantasy like that, but Martine was spooning it out from the get-go.  As she writhed and rubbed against me, though, she noted a couple of times "You have a big dick!"  If Perversity had a personality, it might have smiled: months of action and no one acknowledging it outright, and then bam, this Southern girl speaks directly to its ego.  Things warmed up and got more frictional, and Martine said "You've got what it takes to satisfy a woman -- you're huge!"  She also said "You should thank the Devil for being so good to you!"  I don't know what it is, but I get a perverse thrill imagining a sexual gift from no less than the Devil within a very strict and serious Bible Belt theology -- maybe Goober could lend me an insight.

Anyhow, our session got more intensely and specifically sexual, until I was grabbing her apple breasts while her pussy galloped atop my bulge.  She kept whispering for me to "shoot off like a pistol" but I was doing no such thing -- this was very much the Summer Leigh sort of thing I liked, to see the dancer herself derive a secret pleasure.

Our session concluded very warmly, with a liquid kiss, and I had to ask her "What IS it about you Southern girls?"  She's a North Carolinian, and she said she was raised to take care of a man, to get involved in exploring whatever he wanted in sex and to take care of him to keep him from straying.  I don't know how foolproof the plan is, but I appreciated it.

SO between the sheer hotness of Exotica, the sweet beauty of Martha and the volatile horniness of Martine, somewhere among the three I had a compositely uberhot woman, and that was enough.

Reading back through this thread, I see Tanya Taylor is one mamma-slamma good time, so I'll be back for her next week.  Then I'll check out one Jessica Linn on the 1st or 2nd, get Claudia Monet in the booth for Thanksgiving (again -- she seems to dig T-day in Pittsburgh), and await the great Jada Deville and Brandy Morgan in or around December.

Perversity pays.  Perversity pays.  

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Stepped out for some house girls last night, before I see "mamma-slamma" Tanya Taylor either tomorrow or Friday, and I made a couple of minor discoveries.  I got hit on by three girls, the first being Burne -- and I realized I've got to keep this all straight, because at first I thought she was Ramba.  Fact is, Burne has a sharper face than Ramba, with very arresting eyes.  She seemed somehow concerned for me as  she danced, adjusting my hair (kind of pointless, I've let it grow out but will probably get it cut Friday) and asking me "Are you a slave?"  Wild question, in that context I guessed she wasn't asking about how much I might resent my job.  She's trying to psych me out -- maybe I should just ask her someday "What do you want to know about me?"  Anyhow, her concern and interest sort of threw me off, I didn't get to enjoy her dance quite so much.  Then dance instructor Brigham hit me up, she's sweet, so that was another dance.

The embarrassing interchangeability of women, kicked off with the Burne-Ramba mistake, continued as a sweet soft-featured girl with long straight bright-blonde hair approached me and I ID'ed her as Lourdes, when in fact she's Harriet, whom I've never had before.  Harriet, bless her, actually enjoyed being confused with Lourdes, and there was a breathless sunny eagerness about her in general.  When I said I'd have a dance with her she responded like she'd won a raffle.  Not sure why I've never had her before, up close she's a beautiful dancer and has a nice slow tender style.

Spent the rest of the evening chasing after Columbia.  The interesting problem is that Columbia is hot and she knows that she's hot, sort of a hybrid of Geena Davis and some old Gil Elvgren pinup, and she's utterly in charge of herself, and to really rub it in she's a GREAT dancer, able to extend  her long silky legs and play around with them every which way.  There's always something a bit off kilter about the girls, something hesitant or desperate or even genuinely horny, but Columbia remains a solid mystery.  Got a long dance off her, mixing the athletic with the romantic.  She's given me a lot to think about -- and jack off to, of course.    

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I'm slipping -- I'm here for my Jessica Linn report and I missed my Tanya Taylor report.  I have very mixed feeling about Tanya's farewell, though, since she kept it a secret for the show, but she had mentioned earlier that this was her last circuit and that she was devoting herself to Florida real estate from here on, so I let myself have a good mamma-slamma time with her -- and that was pretty much that, more of a perfunctory (while still very fun) visit than anything else.

As for Jessica Linn, I have to say my theme for today's report is "House girls to the rescue!"  Jessica is pretty, she dances well, she starts out writhing within a dress that fits her like the skin of a snake and strips very nicely from that -- and for all that, I felt oddly disappointed.  When she pulled her top off, her clearly augmented breasts were good and big and round, very tempting -- and very immobile.  I don't think I've ever before seen so much augmentation achieve zero jiggle, and in an instant epiphany I realized that I like jiggle.  Then the DJ kept begging any of us to get up with her and do fake 69 with her -- for twenty bucks, yet.  But I never was one to get on the stage, and I'm definitely not one now, not with Perversity shoved into my crotch, no thank you.  The real kicker, though, was when it turned out that she had some strange arrangement -- I couldn't make out all that she was saying, but it sounded like a minimum of three songs for $100 each, so far as private dancing went.  What I WANTED to say was "Are you kidding?  Who do you think you are?"  I suspect it's some kind of Playboy syndrome -- Jessica Linn broke out a big black Playboy bunny blanket for her act, and I inaugurated this thread with one Playboy alumna, Andi Sue Irwin, who would not dance privately, period.  All I can say to these gals is that they missed their chance to ride the wild Murdock.

While waiting for Jessica to set up (only to then get disappointed, although I did get a decent topless Polaroid out of her), I was happily waylaid by Columbia.  Usually wearing a lush shade of red to go with her red hair, that evening she was in a classy little black dress.  She noticed me and chatted me up, which I thought was nice since I wound up sort of standing her up -- running out of singles, major argh! -- when we bumped into each other back during Tanya Taylor.  She relaxed with me, actually letting a song slide by while we chatted before the dance, and for some reason I was rambling about chess and the stock market, which she was cool with.  She was concerned about her dress, but it was great and I said so and I also mentioned classic race car colors.  Anyhow, she's so damn beautiful and was generous with rubbing her breasts in my face.  She's a good regular habit.

And then, the upturn of good luck that started with Columbia continued ...

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Honestly, the features can't always be so damn full of themselves, because sometimes the local gals will beat them hands down.  They imagine they're only competing with each other and they're wrong, the club itself can provide VERY well.

Case in point: I needed only about HALF of all the damn money Jessica Linn wanted blown on her (so to speak) to have a great time with three locals.  First was Columbia, and then I went out and wandered past the bar -- and there was Heidi!  (Veterans of this thread should appreciate how valuable Heidi is -- I consider her Pittsburgh's answer to Uschi Digard.)  I had been hunting her up month after month, seeing her name come up in the after-7 shifts on the online dancer schedules, but she never materialized -- and now here she was, just back from Munich, enjoying the lingering Halloween decorations.  With Heidi it's pretty much raw lust; she continues to be a poor stage dancer, but her private dancing has improved, and so long as she has that beautifully chiseled face and those large full naturals which she's cool about my grabbing hold of, she's a must-catch.

Finally, I was able to snag Tommie.  (All three of these gals have been better detailed earlier in this thread.)  I'd been wanting to get her but she was always some neurotically fleeting gazelle in the club wilderness.  This time she had  very blonde hair, which I found rather disorienting, and I signaled her and kidded her about it.  Later I found her totally approachable and I got caught up with her in the booth.  Crazy kid trying to be a modern Noah saw her iguana pass away recently -- but she has all manner of dogs and snakes, so at least she's reasonably safe.      Her dance was very pointedly, directly erotic, which of course is good.  Corny but true, she has the best eyes, large with dark irises and dark eyeliner -- eh, I could forgive her going blonde.

So for once, going down there was (in relative terms) a bargain -- I passed on the feature and got much further for far less money with the locals.  And that's about it for me -- evidently, if it's Thanksgiving in Pittsburgh it's Claudia Monet, that's how she played it the last time, so I'll check in again, and then I'm assuming that my Jada DeVille may be back circa Xmas and that my Brandi Morgan may help ring in the New Year.  And so the year winds down in a mellow but satisfying way.

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Suddenly, boom, just in time for the Christmas season to drain off one's savings, the club is seriously heating up.  This week it's Claudia Monet -- on what turns out to be her "farewell tour" as an exotic, as she concentrates more on singing.  Next week is the South's Daisy Duxe -- I've passed on her before, but now I'm getting intrigued.  After that, my fave, Jada DeVille.  After that, some new but intriguing gal named Ashton Moore.  I may take it easy the week before Christmas, when Zoe Briton is here -- I felt no "spark" the last time she was here, but maybe I'll come down to check up on the house girls.  And finally the year rounds out with my veteran regular Brandi Morgan.  All in all, it can be one expensive December -- and yet it was from a house girl I learned how SERIOUSLY expensive it could get.  But I'm a little ahead of myself.

I've had Columbia (see above) on the brain, so I went down on the evening of this past Tuesday (Dec 20).  She arrived shortly before her shift, our eyes met and we immediately hooked up and talked awhile before her shift.  She's an Indiana gal -- that's Indiana the county, not the state -- and she won't be back from Thanksgiving till next week.  Anyhow, I got her for a couple of dances and eased her out  of her secretly antisocial mode while warming her ass.

Columbia really is phenomenal.  She does not have the hardest or most audacious body -- by BEA standards, she's modest -- but she's damn beautiful, you see actresses with  looks that good all the time, and she has an unusual strength.  She knows she's hot, yet is not vain, and she juggles men effortlessly.  And, of course, she's the club's Geena Davis.

Anyhow, Columbia told me about how the other week there was this feature calling herself Katarina Kat, who among other things was once a Cirque de Soleil dancer.  Columbia was in intense stalker-like lust with Katarina.  I asked her "Are you bi, or just curious?" and she said that ordinarily she's into men but once in a great and rare while a woman flips her switch.  She wanted everything about Katarina: her face, her accent, the whole package.  This got me to fantasizing about what it might be like to have half an hour alone with both the great Columbia and the arousing Katarina.  It would be a small fortune, but worth it ...

I like to try to draw out my luck with house girls in one night, but my next one is Estee, and she's pretty and sweet, but I think I'm done dancing with her.  She gets enough "You look like Kirsten Dunst" comments, and there's little to discuss beyond that.  This time she confessed that she's been hiding this career from her parents, and that her older brother learned about her job just the other night.  Just in time for Thanksgiving!  We patrons feel enough like we're leading a secret life, it's easy to forget how it may be for the girls.  Anyway, I will want to know how her T-day went.

It was slightly awkward, sitting down to Columbia's stage dance after we had done the booth, but what can I say, I'm a fan.  She was flattering a man seated next to me just fine, but at the end she kissed me and he wondered "Where's my kiss?"  I said "Give her awhile," trying to suggest that she might need to warm up more.  It's funny, but whn you get the kiss, or the head on you shoulder while awaiting the first song in the booth, you value those things.

Anyhow, about Claudia ...

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A couple of dancers grabbed my attention before it was Claudia time.  One has gold curls and a lean build and is the most Jewsih-looking gal there, and the name is Golda (but how would Prime Minister Meir feel?).  She has pretty eyes and lots of attitude and I must confess that I've been leaving her aside, but today there was so much of a spark between us that I figure, eh, someday the booth for her.  There's a new girl, Hennessy (for the cognac?), straight black hair, good body, kind of a girl-next-door coltishness about her, I'd like to try her out as well.

Claudia gave a fairly standard dance, livened up by her body.  It's interesting, the inroads she's made here; you overhear a bartender or a house girl praising her, and by the booths she fell into raucous conversation with the pretty veteran waitress I call Ms. Zaftig Zoomers.  Hers was a sparkly multilayered affair, half Rockette and half chaps, and at first I was the only one at the stage, so she monopolized me a bit, pulled my hand over her breast and exclaimed how her heart was beating for me.  It was good basic cocoanutty lotion fun, and in the booth she was very sensual and sexual and my hands got a good purchase on her full natural breasts as she leaned back against me.  We talked a bit about how she was concentrating on music, and I wound up getting a CD AND a signed glossy AND a Polaroid because I was such a veteran fan.

I was all the more glad to have made it down there, to see her off.  First Tanya Taylor and now Claudia Monet.  You never know who will opt out or why or when, so you've got to catch them while you can ...

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Ahh, winter.  What's so good about winter?  For one thing, you can go down to Burlington Coat Factory and pick up a $140 trenchcoat for $80, and feel like you can warn Richard Burton away from that whole Spy Who Came In From the Cold assignment.    For another, that same trenchcoat allows me to stuff Perversity (as I call it --see above) in my pants and still go around doing boring things like buying a meatball sandwich at Subway (especially when the server is new and simply stuffs it with meatballs).  Perversity still requires some quick bathroom adjustment, but I can get away with that with one minute at the urinal.  I feel comfortable enough that I could get back in the habit of my old Friday noon routine -- except that my new favorite gal (it used to be Kyra, but she's been gone all of nine months now, which rather concerns me), Columbia, is exclusively an evening gal, and I tend to gravitate to her.

Which is rather ironic, because last evening I went down to catch Daisy Duxe, and the evening seemed to conpire to keep me away from Columbia.  Daisy had been here before, but a recent tangle with a Southern house girl not so long ago (see above) got me interested in checking her out -- and truth to tell, she looks fine, I think of her as a slightly more attractive version of the club's own Antonia (see above), she has a very girl-next-door appeal and really not much of an accent at all, and she's big on showmanship, which is welcome because that had been sort of sliding in recent months.  So I debate: to stay home and watch 30 Rock, or go down and combine Columbia with Daisy?  So I go down, and am immediately chatted up a little by sweet-faced blonde Harriet -- it's been bugging me how she reminds me of other people, and now that I think of it, she brings to mind Nicole Sullivan who used to be with "Mad TV."  But she's chatting me up just before Daisy's show, so we split amicably as I sit at the stage.

Daisy started off in a nicely abbreviated Santa suit to the tune of "Santa Baby," and as I write this I am sucking the candy cane she was suggestively sucking on at the beginning.  The show really picked up when she switched to playing "Big Spender" in front of a bubble machine and then popping champagne to pour it all over herself.  I wasn't near enough to get either of the two glasses that got poured off her body, ah well.  But she very nicely sponge-bathed herself thereafter, and I bit a picture off her that was clinging to her right breast.  She's not major by BEA standards, but she's simply one lovely package.

Waiting around for her to come down, Columbia stepped in, and ...

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Columbia joked about the dullness of life by announcing that she had acquired a new cat, and I happily dragged her back to a booth as Daisy was still not in evidence.  No sooner did she start dancing, though, than the announcement came that Daisy was ready, so this was my first one-dance-only with my Red Queen in quite some time, but she was good about it.

I came out and got Daisy.  We talked a bit about small towns, about my father growing up among them and her husband hailing from one, and how she likes to get away from that scene.  The thing is, she's very pretty and the dance is good -- she made a particular deal of dancing "over" me and pushing her shaved vulva to within inches of my face for fairly long times, as if daring me to go berserk and commit cunnilingus (what can I say, a beard can have its attractions) -- but I just didn't get any real "spark" off her, so I think this'll do it.

After a sweet time like that, I decided to hang out and prowl for more dancing -- and that was when my eyes met those of hot German Heidi, whom some of you regular readers (whoever you are) may recall.  Not a bad night: checking out Daisy Duxe, some Columbia time, and now Heidi.  Heidi was sitting with some man who was **94** with her, talking her up, but we were able to sneak in some sly smiling eye play, as I tried to convey "I'd love to snatch you away from this guy right this minute."  She looked back nicely as she got taken to the booths.

Columbia collided with me again, asking me about Daisy, and next thing I knew she was up on stage.  She singled me out nicely at first, but before her first dance was up, Heidi was free, so she blew me a kiss and I went back and quickly claimed Heidi.

Heidi's a bit older than many other house girls, but she still has that finely chiseled beauty -- I've called her Heidi Klum before, but now that I think of it, there's a little more Chelsea Handler mixed in.  (Nicole Sullivan, Chelsea Handler -- I try to spend a night away from Tina Fey and I have comediennes on the mind.)  Anyhow, Heidi is trying earnestly to chat me up, which is a shame because I'm  trying to be sensitive to her Munich-born command of English and I'm half-deaf in that place anyway and a particularly loud raucous song is playing, so it's all I can do just to nod along.  As I say, it's mainly lust: she says she's happy to see me again (actually, she saw me not too long ago, but maybe there's magic to wearing the trenchcoat), but I just want to get this Uschi Digard cousin naked so that she can rub and squirm all over me -- and, as ever, she's perfectly cool about my manhandling her full natural jubblies.

Then Heidi tries to ask me a question --

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I'm trying to follow Heidi's question, what with the music and all.  (The sound system back in the booths often sucks -- why does it have to be so good that night?)  A pen?  She's trying to ask me about a pen?

Then she backs away from me and says "Excuse me."  I've got to say, that's hot right there.  A lovely busty no-holds-barred German stripped halts in mid-dance and earnestly prefaces a question with "Excuse me" while still smiling -- something nice has to happen.

And it does.  Turns out that when I think she's saying "pen," she's saying "pennis."  I've no idea how she could be familiar with the word "penis" and yet somehow miss the English pronunciation, but I must say I found this frank open "pennis" talk so charming that I am not about to correct her.  Anyhow, with a look that is both good-natured and disquieted, she asks "Excuse me, but your pennis is like metal.  It is so HARD."  She say is with such a mix of interest and concern that I begin to think Perversity could use a new name: Pennis the Menace.  I also begin to wonder, what with "my" Jada DeVille arriving next week circa Pearl Harbor Day, if I should pad the fellow somewhat by then.

Of course, Perversity is only a five-inch screw hammered into a thick false penis of soft plastic, so calling the entire thing "metal" is a bit much.  Basically she has found me out, and is almost but not quite wondering if I'm for real.  The thing is, I might otherwise be happy to, but communication is difficult enough, and I just want to wrap up the evening before heading in to work, and I'm in no mood to explain what all's going on down there right that moment, so I sidestep the question and say "I'm VERY excited."  Heidi replies "I like it" and we continue.

What I figure is, she's made me -- but she may, hopefully, also be thinking "Yes, he's a bit of a freak -- but he's cool and nice about it, and maybe this can be fun."  Her dance takes on a different tone.  There's more breathing and nibbling at my ear than ever before.  When I leave, she makes a rather maid-like deal of putting my coat back on for me, and she chats me up some more and says "You're The Man."  All in all, it's easy for me to promise that I'll try to catch her again soon.

On my way out, I check in out Columbia in the side cage.  Quite a night, I would happily have been hers, but I was waylaid by Southern showmanship and German erotic charm.  I will show her the concentration she deserves some other night.

Perversely, I get home just in time to miss 30 Rock, there's a scene in some wild club and then it's on to The Office.   But I don't mind -- I love Tina Fey, but I made the right decision.