From: califengnr@aol.com (CalifENGNR)
Subject: Re: Report: LA-ASSC-Convoy 9/24
Date: 28 Sep 1996 12:03:26 -0400

After about 4 tries..I'll put my "ASSC invades TJ's" post under this
thread and see what happens:
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I sat at the corner of the stage at TJ's, with a lithe young brunette
named Joy writhing suggestively out of her outfit and into my face. 
Periodically though, my eyes wandered, looking for other ASSCers whose
faces I'd never seen.

I looked back at Joy, then to my left a guy sat down and quietly placed a
napkin in front of me with the note "Does the term ASSC mean anything to
you?"  It was The Kid, in person, and the ASSC takeover of TJ's on Tuesday
night had begun in ernest. As Kid and I were the only two guys actually
talking to each other (all the others were either lapping or by
themselves), other ASSCers gravitated like HGoof, IRL, a lurker named
Dennis, Blue Sky and another lurker whose name escapes me.   A waitress
tapped me on the shoulder and pretty soon DougY, who must know every
waitress at TJ's,  not to mention every dancer in the universe, was on my
right side. Soon to enter would be LapMeRich, Dave's Friend, Dodger, Agent
X (I think), Skats and the inimitable Pope ALS himself  (Hey lay off the
Prozac man!! NO one could be as perpetually contented as you are Victor!
Heh heh) We wrapped around most of the stage, the dancers being somewhat
bemused by the origami and the incessant gabbing around the stage. LMR and
DF were wearing newly designed ASSC regalia, including white polo shirts
(perfect for Friday casual days at VERY casual offices) and baseball caps
with a stylized logo. ALS passed out ASSCON -1 buttons, and, only God
knows why, I ended up with my very own ASSC baseball cap.  I am honored
and flattered to be so rewarded. 

Ah, the nekkid women...fewer tattooed and pierced women than I'd
remembered at TJ's (there was some but very tasteful) there was Joy (who
spread joy on my lap,  with ALS providing a free lap during the break with
his rock hard bony ass. The timing was slightly strange, as I was just
starting to come down from Joy's dance. (Hope I didn't injure you too
badly,  your Popeness. ) Joy is a petite brunette (long-hair) with a
wonderfully compact, yet very soft body, very gentle on my lap. Since I
was wearing boxer shorts under my brushed cotton dress pants, the effect
was outstanding.

Marisa was a tall brunette with long hair and impeccable gray eyes, who on
the second dance worked my cock to near climax. Too bad the song ended,
otherwise she'd probably still be on my cock as I type this. (My thoughts
turn to an gothic rock band from the 80's called "Perpetual Intercourse")

Crimson is a dead ringer for the dancer called Summer who danced at Mr.
J's up till last spring. She spent most of her time when not on stage with
some old guy in back, then later with Dodger. Her stage dance was
incredible - she is a tall platinum blonde with the most sultry face and
smile, and a very flexible body, including somersaults.  She is so
gorgeous I didn't mind that her boobs were likely the work of medical
science.  Unfortunately, the incremental tipping method didn't work, as
she went back to the old man after the dance and not to me.

 Fucking good dances for $10 each.  $10 cover to get in at night is a
drawback, but the TJ's waitresses are cute and friendly. I had to leave
after 11 to get on with my life of course, but it was great finally
meeting so many of the people from the NG as well as from IRC. Z-Bone,
Sax, RJ, you guys pooped out again. Fifty lashes each (or laps by ALS,
whichever you choose. See, I'm reasonable.)

ENGNR1