Oddly quick and mild last night -- but still hot, thanks to Ashton Moore, who I'd never caught before but evidently makes Pittsburgh and the club a regular stop these past five years. The place was unusually thick with men for a Thursday night and the pickings of women were strangely slim, though I did get to sit down to sweet Harriet. Basically, it was just the show and the dance -- details coming.
Ashton Moore came out in a brief tight pink outfit. She's not the most innovative or athletic of dancers, basically she curves her body every which way -- but she does it so WELL, in a way reminding me a bit of Kyra. (What's become of her? It's been nine months now -- did she get knocked up with a third kid?) Because I was the new guy (I'm hoping), she tended to concentrate on others and give them the fake fellatio or the booby smother, but during the dance itself she was very much in her own private groove, her deeply shadowed eyes closed nearly shut. Anyhow, she was very much a blonde fantasy come true, so inside of a minute I knew I'd have to get her into a booth.
Then came the awkward wait for Ashton to come down while the shifts changed. I perked up to see Tommie walking around and doing her dance -- it's odd, other girls have a better still photo "look" to them but they seemed rather listless, while Tommie compensates mightily with a lot of attitude. Her breasts are relatively small but she'll do her damnedest to get a dollar squeezed between them.
Anyhow, as I was waiting, Columbia walked on by, she grinned and waved but looked awfully preoccupied, whooshing to the back of the club. I wandered back there, saw her hanging with Harriet and another girl, and then WHOOSH -- Columbia, Harriet, the girl, and a few elder men all spontaneously formed a single file and marched right into the booths. To date I've never seen any of these "champagne rooms" but I may have to just to round out this thread before I ever bid it Adieu.
Anyhow, Ashton came back, and awkwardness continued as there was overlapping jurisdiction over who to pay, and meanwhile several established fans for her stopped by and got stuff autographed. During this time of stasis (for me, anyway), I noticed hot German Heidi (may as well keep giving her the full establisshed phrase
) and we smiled and waved -- and it was tempting to try to grab a dance off her in the meantime. But eventually Ashton hugged and we made our way back -- and throughout our booth session I joked that people were applauding her, because we were hearing a LOT of applause and laughter from somewhere near by. I guess it was near, not just because of the sound, but because two different elder men peeked through our curtain as if looking for something; luckily Ashton seemed not to notice, and I gave them a quick thumps-up sign and they went their way.
I had to ask Ashton if her name was a tribute to Mr. Kutcher, but she says she coined it long before "Kelso" was on the radar. She is a very THOROUGH dancer, nicely and slowly getting in all the tricks: the smother, the close dance high above, the leaning back to show the top of her cleavage, the works. We had a laugh as I cupped her breast and she gently guided me away -- she's as good as the rules allow. The only way it could have been hotter was if she had acted more loving -- but then, this was our first time.
I came back out and stood around for awhile, but the place was relatively girlsless. So now I've resolved to grab hold of Columbia first chance I get and debrief her on what all went on -- and if and when I do, of course I'll be sure to submit my report here ...