From: 109kprl77l9v@mail68.internetMCI.com (Link)
Subject: ASSC: ASSCon-LV3: The Main Event

Forget the origami and rec.arts.dance invasions. They were mere
warm ups for the main event. This invasion, ASSCon-LV3, was of
epic proportions.

Consider this: The Olympic Garden is the largest strip-club I've
ever seen (and I've seen plenty), and we came close to taking over
the entire upstairs portion of the club. During most of the evening,
we had more Bring-Your-Own-Dancers than the club had dancers of its
own. There was so much oh-you're-so-and-so and I'm-so-and-so going
on that the non-ASSCers were wondering what kind of group had invaded
their turf. Where did this odd group of people come from that were
just as intent on socializing with each other as they were in getting
to know the house dancers?

One slightly drunk non-ASSCer saw my ASSCon-LV3 badge and -- thinking
it was a CES badge -- said I could take off my badge now. When I told
him who we were, he had a hard time believing me until I let him look
at my badge (which didn't look at all like a CES badge). When he saw
that the whole group had these badges on -- including all these women
who looked like they were dancers -- he was amazed. I like to think
he caught his first glimpse of what strip clubbing can be.

Of course, we didn't ignore the house dancers. Love, one of my two
favorite Olympic Garden dancers, worked her way through the crowd,
found an open seat along the wall, and proceeded to lap ASSCers from
that seat for more than an hour. She was in fine form that night
providing me with some sensual memories that will give me a warm
glow for the next few months.

Unfortunately, my other favorite OG dancer, Samantha, didn't make
it upstairs until almost everyone had left. This friendly redhead
with hot Irish blood apologized for not meeting up with us. (Two
nights before, I had mentioned to her that I would be back with a
whole bunch of friends.) By the time she made it upstairs, it was
close to 3:00 a.m., and she was ready to end her shift. Since she
felt so bad about not being around, she gave me the absolute best
stage mileage I have ever gotten. She spent about half the song
caressing me and rubbing my face in her cleavage. What a sweetheart
she is!

It truly was the perfect evening -- a great dinner provided by that
all-round-great-guy Jim Forte, a chance to renew friendships with
like-minded ASSC pervs, and some special fireworks from two of my
ATFs. If there's a lapdance heaven, it couldn't get much better
than this.

Many thanks to Jim and LMR for hosting this terrific event.

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