First time out in 2010 and I haven't written a TR in ages. My form may be rusty...My first hop of 2010 snapped an all-time record of 49 days between trips to the Pony. A nice round 50 days would have been nice and a Pauli-esqure Ironman stint of a triple-digit streak would have been fantastic, but damn it, I had to go see some beauties. So I found myself in a familiar spot on a chilly Saturday night, driving over the new S-curve way too fast, making the walk from my usual parking spot to the Pony. Hey, they moved the chess tables down the street. The times, they are a-changin'... or something like that. But some things stay the same, like getting the $5 "player's discount." Gotta like the tune of that.
The lineup at 8:30 p.m., and the main floor as a whole in fact, was rather spare for a weekend night. Just a few girls here and there. (It was at least 1/3 of whatever the total count was for the night.) Wow. I was stunned to see the place so... empty. On the flip side, I knew that meant I'd be getting first crack at some of the girls if I so felt inclined. I settled into the back rows to survey the floor. New to me but none of you, Pamela had me intrigued from her dazzling stage show. I have to agree; pictures do not do her justice. I spy Lena in a delectable light-purple slip, chatting away. Justine strolls by in an arresting zip-up top, halfway undone in the most teasing of manners. Bunny also walks by, looking fab as always. No sign of You-Know-Who yet.
If you bet on Alina to be my first dance of 2010, please collect your winnings. She makes herself cozy in my lap and I find it hard to believe that it had been a month and a half since I got to gaze into her beautiful baby blues. Water under a bridge. She's looking great in a clingy white top. As we're catching up and we're talking about how our holidays went (They went to Hawaii; I was in New York), I see her. Yes, that "her," sitting on dancers' row. It's enough for me to momentarily lose concentration on the beauty I am sitting with. Alina doesn't notice, thankfully. Before I commit any further faux pas, Alina and I head back for some LDs. Great start to the night, a great start to the new year. It's like a third-and-two that ends up being a 40-yard pass for a touchdown.
Back on the floor and this time, it's Justine who takes notice. Women with beautiful, full breasts like Justine are just born to wear low-cut tops. And hers was zipped just low enough that when she leaned over to say hello, I got quite an eyeful. One of life's simple delights for me is looking down a woman's shirt as she's leaning over to you; unless you get busted, which I don't. I felt like I was 16 again. It's back for a TLD. With Justine, there is no other acceptable substitute, except for maybe a PS.
Hello Lena! She looks refreshed from the fun in the sun in Hawaii and her choice of attire complemented her coloring greatly. Lena has no problem draping herself on my and lounging on my person. I can't complain; it's what I adore about her, that ease with which she carries herself. She teased me a little. "I thought you forgot about us," she says. How could I? I scoop her up to continue our catching up in the back with some LDs. She is just the right combination of naughty and nice for me. I'd have loved to have gotten more dances with Lena, but I'm getting thirsty for a drink of the alcoholic variety. I step out and make my way to Farmer Browns. Just two drinks, something to take off the edge. Two Manhattans and there's just enough of a buzz to make me a more interesting version of myself. I head back and boy am I psyched for what I'm planning next.
As I take in more stage shows without any of the dedication to take any mental notes -- new skinny blonde girl named Madison(?) seemed an interesting prospect -- I suddenly catch scent of Cassandra. A different scent, but somehow I knew it was her. Before you know it, she's got her arms thrown around me and a kiss planted on my cheek. I'm floored. She's looking great in a two-piece leopard print bikini. The different scent? New perfume. "It's more womanly," she says. It's going to take some time for me to get used to sniffing it, but it's lovely all the same. What can I write about Cassandra that I have not written before? She gets it. We get each other. That's some kind of chemistry baby. I love that we can get back there and sometimes it's like two teenagers sneaking out and fooling around in the janitor's closet between classes. Sometimes it's cuddling and pillow talk. Sometimes we just tear into each other and God help us if it were anywhere else but the Pony. It was the latter. It had to be. "It's been too long," she says. I know. Forty-nine days. Almost a nice round 50. Not bad, but something tells me I can do better; I don't want to. Not when you've got a gorgeous girl like this throwing herself at you. From time to time I like it like this; the escape from reality, even if it's for a little while. That's why we come. That's why we come back. Our time's up and it's getting time to call it a night. I'm halfway out the door when I stop and think, "Now I did not just wait all this time and come all this way just to have one measly PS with Cassandra, especially when she's looking oh-so-hot tonight." But when isn't she looking oh-so-hot? Fuck it, I'm going back. I turn on my heel and come back to her. Without another word, we're back in Zone 4. It's more of the same and I love it. But now I really have to go, so I go. She thanks me profusely for stopping by. "You really made my night," she says. We promise to e-mail each other as we trade kisses and I depart.
As I leave, I noticed Jade sitting with someone. Wait, when did she get here? Just as I was planning to leave? Damn. The board had filled out with more names at 11 p.m. with latecomers, although the patronage didn't seem to have gotten any bigger. Jade and the others would have to be next time, but as far as my first night out for 2010, it couldn't have gone any better. My first order of business was to catch up with some favorites; leave the sorting of new talent for another time. Put out the notice: I'm back in the jungle, baby.
Straight cash homey.
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