Earl or not, or ASSCon Tampa (long) Author: AgentQ Email: AgentQ@worldnet.nospam.att.net Date: 1998/09/08 Been back a few days and have been meaning to post a report of some kind. squid said his machine was down and thought I'd wait a few days and also let sixty jet back home. Saw squids post and I have no disagreements with it and in fact, I'll take this moment to thank him for his discretion. He knows, as well as, sixty. Thanks guys. baddog kind've knows. Get to this later. This ASSCon started off when I got to contacted by sixty about Mons & Tampa. He was coming into central Florida & it gave me an excuse to cross the peninsula (I live on what is known as the Treasure Coast & work in South Florida) & go to Mons. So, we decided to make it a bit of a gathering. Anyway, I was working down in Miami most of the days prior to the ASSCon and this required a long drive to go from Miami to Tampa. I had been working so much that I didn't realize that there was a Tropical Storm named Earl developing into Hurricane. I finally caught the news the day before and was dumb founded that it was moving slow and had landed in the panhandle. The feeder bands were sweeping over the entire state and I dreaded the drive. Could've been hit or miss or tropical showers. I was concerned but since I got myself into this I was going through with it and by the way I'm a hearty soul and I could take it if I was a careful driver. I awoke the day of the ASSCon and spent a lazy morning packing the car. Wasn't sure if I wanted to drive up a feeder band all the way up or just across one. I left as planned about 11am and headed north to I-95. Grabbed a couple of items on the way and lunch in Ft. Lauderdale with a friend. The day before when a friend mentioned the pictures I had the could create a hostile work, I mentioned I was going to Tampa and he scolded me for not telling him. He had to work, I didn't, so I might not have been the best for him but I know it would've been an interesting time nonetheless with him. My friend in Ft. Lauderdale said that if he didn't have a girlfriend he would come along. I just nodded and said he'd miss a good time. He said he knew what he was missing. An hour later I was headed north again and decided to not tempt fate and go the usual way and hope to just drive across a feeder band. Stopped off near where I live in Palm Beach County for gas, cash and snacks. Hit the road again and on to the Florida Turnpike. Stopped off at the rest areas to stretch me legs. I got off at this exit called Yeehaw Junction, yes, I said Yeehaw Junction. Well, it was an two hour west bound trip from there and generally the most harrowing for about 30 miles at the start. Made good time and it was about 5:30pm when I rolled into the outskirts of Tampa's suburbs. I made good time through late rush hour traffic to the hotel just down the road from Mons and plopped myself down on the bed after taking a quick shower for a rest. I expected that it would be along night. Guess I know how to be fashionably late or it's just that I've lived in Miami way too long or I was running on latin time but I was less than diligent in getting to the restaurant, Tia's. It was down and across the street from Mons and the hotel. I left the hotel room with my leather jacket on and realized that this might be a bad idea but I said I was going to wear it. I stood out, it was in the 90s that day, and made me more recognizable. I made it into the restaurant just after the time set and scanned the room. At the bar I saw these two guys and made my way over. Now you have to understand this is Florida and being Asian isn't common so they both waved me over. One was in lapping attire so I guessed it was my fellow ASSCer's. The one in proper lapping attire was sixty with his ASSCon1 button was just like he described himself, the other was squid. The introductions ensued and I showed them why I wore the jacket, you'll have to see it to understand. We chatted for a spell about ASSC, clubs, dancers and lapping. Knowing that other ASSCer's contacted us that they'd show we waited but finally grabbed a table and ordered while keeping an eye for any ASSCer's who would show. sixty was in eager anticipation to return to Mons while squid seemed skeptical about Mons and its reputation. After the food we all practiced good hygiene as directed to in the ASSC manual as well as breath mints due to the cuisine and headed to the cars and onto Mons. Okay it was just a mere five or six blocks but, hey. We met up at the door and paid our door fee. The humid sub-tropical Florida air gave way to the cool air of Mons Venus as we walked in. It had just been a month or so for me but squid had never been to Mons before and a while for sixty, so I kept an eye on them. They both took in the club as we moved to the side where I usually hang out. squid did ask about getting a table and I said you kind of just hang out because there are no real tables. We stood around as I watched the dancers came up and ask for dances. For your first time, Mons is like being a kid in a candy store. squid mumbled something and was that proverbial kid. sixty was intently scanning the club searching for something special I surmised. I just waited. I guess I've learned to be a bit more discerning when at a stripclub. IRL I've always been much more discerning than most of my friends, probably why I don't have a girlfriend. I guess this is as good a time as any for a little exposition. The reason for my recent trips to Tampa and Mons has been this dancer. I have become infatuated with her. I guess you could say that she has become my ATF. I'd like to say that she has become my ATF because other than the obvious reasons but every ASSCer is different and has different criteria for their ATF. I find her a delight and her history adds to this. This is why I thank sixty, squid and baddog for their discretion. She has asked me not to broadcast who she is so I'll just call her my ATF. Anyway, I waited for my ATF patiently as I scanned the room myself for eye candy and to point out to squid and sixty any of the dancers who I thought were good. I mentioned a few but did not see them. Somewhere along the line sixty disappeared and squid went up to the stage. I just stood about. From behind me on occasion a dancer would touch me and say not the proverbial, "wannadance" or "doyouwanttaplaywithme" but "I love/like your jacket" or "your jackets cool" and this made me feel good, that's why I wear it. I'd respond with a thank you and mention where it was from and try to make them guess. No one that night seemed to get it but I wasn't expecting anyone to. I think the three of us were hanging out and one dancer approached squid and introduced herself. sixty laughed or was it a gaufah. I inquired and he thought she said she was shaved but it was Shay as squid mentioned. I believed either squid or sixty did confirm that she was shaved later on in the evening. She spent time with both of them and Temptation overcame both of them as well. I just waited being the patient man that I am. I finally saw my ATF come out and greet a customer. She took him off to the otherside of the club and danced with him. I just kept vigil and eventually went to wash up and caught her eye as she danced and gave her a wave. She nodded to me and I went back to my fellow ASSCer's. Eventually, my ATF came over to my side and I introduced her to sixty and squid. They both later told me that they understood why she has become my ATF. We chatted a while. She said it has been slow, it's the off season. I said if she needed to work, it was okay. She knew I was there to spend money on her and she just had to come back. She went off to work and I just hung about. Eventually someone looked at me and said, "That's a leather jacket." "Yup," I said. "You must be AgentQ." "Yup." "I'm baddog," he introduced himself. I introduced him to sixty and squid and we chatted about clubs here and there. Mentioned he had been spending time at Ybor Strip and told him I wanted to visit. Told me about it and we talked about clubs in my neck of the woods and showed him my jacket. I introduced him my ATF and he gave me a grin. I believe I later explained the story about her and he grinned some more. Throughout the evening sixty would disappear periodically in the arms of a dancer to either side of the club. squid and baddog as well but I'd have to go out on search missions to find our ASSCer who was MIA. He'd come back somewhat relaxed and I'd offer any of them my seat if they could sit. I enjoyed myself as my fellow ASsCer's enjoyed themselves, kind of a pleasure leech myself. Time to time a dancer would come up and ask me for a dance but I'd tell them I was waiting for someone. They'd as who and I'd say my ATF. Some would know her, some wouldn't. One said she was really good friends with her and I must say she had a great outfit on and had great hair. My ATF and I wandered to the couches for my first session of laps part of the way through the evening and I got the bright idea we should all lap in a row. Sort of worked out with baddog but the others had left by then. I told them that when I go off to lap, I'd be a while. I was. Through out the night I informed my ATF that I though it would be good for her to come to Ft. Lauderdale for an event. It might be a good move for her career or at best, it would provide her with more info for her career. I left it at that knowing it was her decision. I could be a PL but knew to keep my distance. Told her I had printed out some info for her and I'd get it later for her. By the grins on the faces of sixty and squid, I knew they enjoyed themselves but had to ask. They heartily endorsed the evenings entertainment. I tried to restrain squid on raiding the ATM but Temptation was just too much. Don't say I didn't try, squid. For most of the evening sixty was about enjoying himself so I think he has his story to tell but he'd show up and then go MIA for a while. Both of them left early to drive back to O-town & their real lives. baddog and I hung out for a few more hours and I took a very long lapping session with my ATF. baddog and a dancer eventually lapped next to me and my ATF during this session. He has some stories to tell as well, but that is up to him. Eventually both baddog and I knew we had to drag ourselves out of Mons and end the evening. I told my ATF I'd get the info from the hotel and return after a long pause when the lap session ended. I wandered down to the hotel, got the info and returned. Looked for her and baddog. baddog said he was heading out but seemed to have misplaced his keys, hope he found it. As I found her, we went out into the humid night air and I gave her the info. Told her what it was and I gave her a gift she could use. She gave me a peck on the cheek and we said our good byes. Told her to consider the info and that I would be back in October (guess I'll see you then squid). I wandered back down the street to my hotel and plopped down on the bed and eventually got some sleep thinking about my ATF and a few other dancers. Anyway, I've went on too long so I'll end it with this, think I got a lap burn. Agent