denny-1's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- another chapter... ...is that all there is...is that all there is...is that all there is my love...blah, blah, blah, blah, blah this song plays in my head like a scratched record Friends. Fumer. Lap dance. Lip service. I'd had just enough...I was now ready. We had just parted ways with Sherry (cute little thing she is), and Mr. T, Rose, and I headed back to the Hudson. We entered the dark room to find Lola bug sleeping like a small child. She has such a softness about her... In all honesty, I really have no recollection of time from this point going forward...perhaps the smoke...or the wine...or it may have been my love affair with the city...I just don't know...the night seemed to progress so fast, yet in slow motion. Before I had known it I was lying next to Lola, and T was on the other side of me...getting a bit frisky...it just was not working for me...I got up and made Rose get up off of the couch and 'help' me...so to speak. When I say 'help' I mean that I'm just not interested in T in that way...I love him, don't get me wrong, his company, his mind, his soul...and I do think he is a sexy man...but I'm just not attracted to him in...THAT...way. Strange really...not sure why that is. So Rose entertains T...stoking him like a little puppy...and I decide that falling asleep is just not in the works for me. I freshen up, apply a little more lipstick...and pack twenty bucks and a room key in my back pocket. This was my limit...I decided...before I even left the room. Twenty bucks....no pocketbook to tempt me into anything more...when my twenty bucks was gone...so too I would be... I ventured back to the green room at the Hudson...the first thing that I noticed was that the pillars that I had meet Mr. Lincoln next to were not Greek at all...they were brick...quite insignificant...but...It seems to stick in my head like all of the other insignificant things... I waited in line, far to long for a glass of wine...but, none the less, waited...the women behind the bar kept ignoring me...whatever, I thought as I smirked my little lips. It was worth the wait thought...beside me, rubbing against me, was a beautiful man...he was with his girlfriend...who was not to keen on my back against his side...I caught him peaking...I think she did too. I had a bit of a thrill for a few moments. Some random man called across the bar to the bar tender...and said get her a drink...on me...(was it the chiseled man that came to our door?...not sure...but it does sound like him...interesting...). Anyway...I politely thanked him and ventured to the farthest brick post...there was a women in a tiny wheel chair next to me...I couldn't help but feel guilty...here I am pissing and moaning inside...and here she is crippled up in a teeny wheel chair...Life is so fucking strange. The music buzzed. I thought of Mr. Lincoln...and how nice it would be for him to appear...drank my wine...and headed over for a second...still with twenty bucks in my pocket.... Another drink...the wayyyyy to tanned chiseled man called out to the bar tender...(I knew I was in trouble now...my funds weren't going to force me to go back to the room...). Another red wine...this time I went over and thanked the man...he was short...a Gold's Gym type...I politely thanked him again...and quickly excused myself...just not my type... Back to my Post. I was approached by a nerdy type...black jeans...(who wears black jeans?), didn't care...he was nice, confident, and had pretty blue eyes...we chatted small talk...he was interesting...lived in London...worked for the Bank of Tokyo?...Mitsubishi?...I don't know...something like this...he did stuff with trades...probably spent most of his time on a computer, or something. He was a well rounded character...I'm not sure how we got into it but we started quoting Shakespeare...and he knew it!...I was definitely impressed. His friend came to join us...He too should have been attacked by the fashion police...and he too was interesting. Apparently the two fellows worked for the same company...but this one lived in Singapore...now if you've read my last entries...or if you know me...I don't go for Asian types...but this guy was not...grew up in Jersey...he had blue gray eyes...and darker skin. He wore tan carpenter pants and a tan shirt... The first boy...(boy?)...his name was Tim?...I just can't remember...he motioned to the other room...and invited me over to chat where it was a little quieter...offered me a drink (I still had a full glass from the last guy who bought me one) and we chatted about movies, books...travel...they were interesting...and confident...I was drunk. Time fly's like an arrow...fruit flies like a banana... It was now closing time...am ?...not really sure...by this time both wines had kicked in...I was on my Second, Third, perhaps even my Forth Wind...so, When Tim (?) had asked if I wanted to go for another...why not?...right?...the night was still young...plus, I had taken some sort of liking to his friend...connections?...who knows... After coxing the friend to join us...with the usually...oh, come one...just one more...you can sleep on the plane...(he had to be on a flight back to Singapore at 8 am...)...he must have sensed my friskiness... (Rose and Lola...just so you both know...I did think about going back to the room...and I did think about calling...but I didn't have my phone, pocketbook...or anything on me...so, it dawned on me that I couldn't...plus...I honestly didn't want to wake you...I really did think you'd be sleeping...) Excuses...they are like assholes...we all have them...and...well...some of them STINK! Getting back to the boys...Tim (?)...Chris (?) and I entered the cab...Tim, a gentleman, offered me his coat...which I took graciously...we ventured to another club...closed... Back in the Cab...(which waited for us outside the club, obviously knowing it would be closed...)...Chris moaned a bit...about the time...then I said...oh, come on...there has to be someplace open at this hour...Tim quickly replied, "flash..." (flash dancers?...I think?)...and I responded oh, the strip club...the two men looked at me with astonishment... Let's go! ...I quickly followed up, of course, I know of the place...it's on the advertisement of every cab in NYC. Duh...then, I proceeded to explain that I had never been to a club like this before... The cab pulls up to this unassuming awning...with a dark carpet on the sidewalk...we were greeted by a large man holding the door... I followed the music and the lights down the steps to a man behind a register...20 bucks for you guys...the girl gets in free. (Wahoo...still had my twenty bucks!)... It was like a movie set...literally...the place was predominantly younger men...(girls...if you want to pick up some cute boys...go to a nice strip club in the wee hours of the night...what an experience!!)...we headed for a table in the back...next to these long bench/booths that men were getting all kinds of lap dances on...I smiled, curiously at all of the commotion...we ordered a drink...Tim offered a dance...I graciously accepted. We were sitting on chairs with small round tables...about the size of a small pizza. On one side of me was Chris...and in front of me was Tim...the first girl came over...I think she was from Bulgaria or something like that...she was a small think...no breasts...just these little bums...her body was completely smooth...just like a babies skin. She was shyly beautiful. She opened my legs and began to dance on my lap. I hade my hands tightly wound around the chair as not to touch her...she was right in my face...what else would anyone want to do? right? I must have grinned from ear to ear...I turned ever so cautiously to watch my two escorts delighting in this...pleasure...I spoke easily to this girl...I told her she was beautiful...(which she was)...and I must have said, "oh, my god..." at least a hundred times. She finished...and Tim immediately asked if I wanted another... Sure... Any preference...?...he playfully asked... I turned to Chris (?) and asked him what he would like...large breasts... Great! I'd like some tit's please... (they really must still be trying to figure this whirlwind of how the three of us meet and ended up here...I know I am...) The next girl was even more smooth. Her skin was tan...everywhere. Her ass was tiny, her breasts large...she had light brown hair, smooth and shinny. I told her repeatedly how beautiful she was. And I remember I had kept looking over to the men I was with to see their faces...they watch in pure delight. Her breasts were so close to my face that if I had said a word her nipples would have entered my mouth. It was hot. It was really hot... When that was finished...someone had come around and said that they would be closing soon...I turned to each of the boys and said that I needed a moment to recover...they agreed...and mentioned that if they were to stand now...well...they smiled and agreed. We ventured out of the club and into another cab...I sat in the middle. Tim to my left, Chris to my right. We laughed about how this was so random...I had a small part of my hand innocently on Tim's leg...and a full squeeze anonymously on Chris's thigh... We got out of the cab...entered the Hudson...walked to an empty elevator...Tim pressed 4, Chris 5, and I pressed 10... The door opened at 4...I hugged Tim and thanked him...said how much of a pleasure it was to meet him...said good buy...and that I would email him as I had his card...I had both of their cards... The door close. I leaned against the back of the elevator, looked Chris in the eyes and said...What next?... The door opened...he asked me to come with him...I followed... He opened the door to his hotel room...I immediately threw myself against him, against the wall and we kissed. ...no real sparks in the kiss...but his neck smelled wonderful...and I was already ignited from the episode at the club. It was a hot exchange of energy...our clothes never came off...he asked me if I wanted him to take off my shirt...I said no...he wore a thin gold ring...I said, "there's someone else..."... We both understood. It was good clean fun...well...as good and clean as an asshole can get... ..another chapter in my love affair with the city... 5:44 p.m. - 2004-03-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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