Lost Boy

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12/02/2002

" To add to the difficulties and dangers of the time, masses of
sea-fog came drifting inland. White, wet clouds, which swept by in
ghostly fashion, so dank and damp and cold that it needed but little
effort of imagination to think that the spirits of those lost at sea
were touching their living brethren with the clammy hands of death,
and many a one shuddered at the wreaths of sea-mist swept by."
-- Dracula, Bram Stoker

It's amazing how fast and thick the fog rolls in over Romania. I
topped a hill and visibility dropped to three or four meters. Wait,
this is a story of a stripper not vampires. Nobody believes in
vampires and that occult fiction anyway.

The club is Go Go Girls in Costanta, Romania. (The review will be
posted separately.) It's 11pm and I am watching a beautiful young
woman work her magic on the stage. I usually watch a few sets before
deciding who to spend my money on, but tonight I decided not to wait.
My gut tells me to go with this first dancer I've laid eyes on.

A trip to the stage and a smile were enough to get her attention.
Five minutes later she had a drink and we were in a booth making small
talk. Ten minutes into our conversation she's climbing onto my lap
uninvited. There was only a little room between me and the table, but
she squeezed in and proceeded to grind away. I played along by
cupping her breasts and buttocks until the song ended.

"How much do I owe you?" I plan on paying and shooing her off. I
hate uninvited dance scams. I'll play along and ditch her for another
dancer who I spend extra money on.

"Whatever you want to give me."

Snap! "Why don't you stay for another song," I ask.

After the second song she slides back into her seat and I fish around
for some funny money. I slip 450,000 Leu ($13.43) into her t-back
with an evil smile. Her eyes get big as she counts it, and then she
smiles and kisses me on the cheek. At just under $6.75 a dance I seem
to have overpaid! I might as well keep her around now.

She agrees to do a second set of dances if I will undo the buttons
down the front of her dress and kiss her nipples. She drives a hard
bargain, but she's holding all the cards. My milage shoots up to an
8- on the nycclubs scale. At times the dances degenerated into a
licking, sucking, pelvic grinding, tongue wrestling bout of animal
lust. And other times they were tender like two lovers stroking each
other just for the touch. Even between dances we couldn't keep our
lips apart for long.

I could go into details of the following two nights, but it gets very
repetitive. It was just more of what I described in the last
paragraph. But each night it grew more intense.

She knew the fourth night was my last in town. During our first set
of dances she seemed to be fighting back tears. She confided that she
really liked me, and she didn't want to see me leave. She scolded me
for not calling her at the number I was forced to commit to memory the
second night. Every bit seemed to be sincere.

"Why can't you be a nice Romanian man?"

I smiled and told her I would keep in touch. Now it was time for one
last dance before I retired to my hotel. She climbed into my lap one
last time for one last dance. During the dance my shirt was
unbuttoned for her to rub her bare breasts against my bare chest. She
nuzzled her face into the hair on my chest. That's when she bit me.

Of course nobody believes in vampires and that occult fiction.

My horoscope for that same week read, (in part,): You will meet new
romantic partners if you get involved in seminars or travel.