(A quick technical note -- I tried fictionalizing one new find as "Daisy," only she hasn't shown back up in a while and an ACTUAL Daisy has turned up in the dancer logs. What can I say, fictionalization is a rough game ... )
Been racking up 12-hour and 11-hour shifts lately, and now I get to play Blow Your Overtime Pay.

I'm interested in the club again, especially concerning April 6 -- that's right, Good Friday. If anyone out there recalls PBS's Electric Company like I do, (and yes, that was Morgan Freeman as Easy Reader), then you may recall that all their soap opera skits ended with the rhetorical question "What about Naomi?" But for me it's been a serious question, since I copped out of the Christmas party she showed up for -- so now she's back and I think I'll finally check her out.
But I'm mainly keeping tabs on "my" Kyra, plus I see an unusual confluence of particularly high-echelon house girls, so -- I went down today. It's the first day of my week's worth of vacation, the weather is beautiful, I've been a good boy nearly a month, so why not?

As I say, Naomi Knight is next week, but for now it was Reinforce Your Favorite Dancers Day. The first girl up was Ramba, a peculiarly overmacho designation for a rather normally sex blackhaired girl. Key attraction with her was that she got called on to do a birthday favor for a 29-year-old -- I've seen that before with featured entertainers, but I thought it was cool to see a house girl try it. She got him up on the stage, took his belt, rode him a bit on all fours, smacked his ass, and even wedgied him till the band of his underpants ripped off -- but she also gave him a nice up-and-down boobyful chair dance before and after, so he got a reasonably full experience.
Next up was Sydney. (See above!) Believe it or not, I noticed her dress -- it was NICE, black and glittery and classy, the skirt slit high up her thighs and thongs crisscrossing over her cleavage. But it was good to see her get it all off too. Sydney is a cheery and seemingly effortless performer, and I'd've snatched her right up -- but Kyra was next, and loyalties are loyalties.
Kyra teased me right off about my coming back at the end of the month -- wild that she remembers my stuff. With me she does the intimate lovey-dovey stuff while on stage, our cheeks gliding past each other, and of course I had to get her in the booth, especially as we had an unusually good run of songs. (She even remembered a story I was working on; sadly, I couldn't get it in shape by the contest deadline.)
Once Kyra and I smoldered at each other, I came back out and caught the Mena-Suvari-like Lourdes (see above) finsihing up, but she was already taken, so no Lourdes -- another day, I hope. A cheery blonde, let's call her Dolores, hit the stage -- and it was eerie, I can't help but wonder that she watched Kyra with me, because damn if she wasn't trying to steal the Kyra playbook. She was sweet enough, but she just wasn't Kyra, no mystique, no pull, so I ponied up my singles and let her slide.
After all that, though, the universe came back into balance -- but I must post this now, or face possible invalidation ...