LV2 Report (Molli, Molli, Molli)

For someone like myself, who doesn't often get to meet up with other 
ASSCers, the ASSCon-LV2 was a great chance to match faces with online 
personas. While I didn't have a chance to speak with everyone (I was 
planted in front of a couch-sized subwoofer that kept pounding my head 
and ears), I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

I got to Cheetahs about 8:30 p.m. and quickly met with Mark (thanks a 
million, Mark, you were a great host), Dodger, Trighap, JayJ (who I met 
at ASSCon-LV1), EdgeWise (ditto on ASSCon-LV1), JoshMan, Teena, Marc182, 
and a few others. As the evening moved on, I met Z Bone (how's your 
literary uncle?), LMR, Laar (target of the kissing bandit), Lydia, CP1, 
Ginger (oh, my!), Sir Kay (he does look like the brit on Babylon 5), and 
many others. At last count, there were 33 of us.

I knew ALS, Bubba, and JustPhil from my occasional trips to San 
Francisco. But imagine my surprise when I saw Miss Molli (she who must be 
obeyed)! Even though I had featured her prominently in my "An Hour Before
Closing" HOF post, I had never actually received a lap dance from her 
(though I had talked to her at the CP and was already smitten by her 
intelligence and 1940s-era beauty). Little did I know at the time just 
how sensual she is.

Molli's "hugs" at LV2 were nothing short of phenomenal. You may remember 
the first drink you ever had, your first car, or the first time you ate 
in an expensive restaurant, I will always remember the first time that 
Molli embraced me in her arms, and I learned what it was like to be 
really lapped. This woman knows her business and obviously enjoys it. If 
there's a lap dance heaven, Molli will be the queen of the land. Thanks, 
ALS, for bringing her along!

While Molli has set a new standard in my mind for excellence in lapping, 
you can't have steak every night. With Molli every night, I would end up 
like the guy in the movie Brainstorm, who died in the throes of a 
constant orgasm. Still, what a way to go! Anyway, I had intended to talk 
about the other dancers at Cheetahs, but Molli took over my mind again. 
So let me try and get this out of my system: Molli, Molli, Molli, Molli, 
Molli, Molli, Molli, Molli, Molli, Molli, Molli, Molli. Now I can talk
about the other dancers (I hope).

Early on, in this most-blessed of evenings (don't ask why it was blessed, 
or I'll start talking about you-know-who), Inga sat down in my lap and 
placed her hand in a very warm and sensitive spot. I knew I was a goner, 
so I yielded, even though she wasn't the youngest or most beautiful 
dancer in the house. Her moves were very high-mileage, and after my 
first two laps with her, the other ASSCers quickly grabbed her (they must 
have seen the silly smile on my face). Dodger went into Inga-induced 
bliss several times and nearly needed resuscitation (he was in such a 
state that the kissing bandit that attacked Laar could easily have had 
its way with Dodger as well). Later CP1 grabbed Inga and kept her busy 
for quite a while (looking back on it, we should have put her on retainer 
at the beginning of the night). As a group, we kept her busy for almost 
the entire evening. (See, I didn't mention Molli, Molli, Molli once. 
Oops.)

Enigma had posted high praise for Kennedy following the ASSCon-LV1, so 
when she smiled in my direction, I was ready for a ride. This dark-
skinned beauty is all that Enigma said and more. She's very relaxed and
easy to talk to. Nicole is another fine dancer who knows when and where 
to rub to keep interest high. She gives very high-mileage dances, 
especially by Las Vegas standards, and all for Cheetahs' standard lap 
dance price of $10. 

All in all, it was a terrific evening. Intelligent conversation, 
genuinely warm feelings from the many ASSC posters who seemed more like 
long-lost friends than strangers, and lots and lots of nakkiid women 
(including Molli, Molli, Molli). That's what I call a good time.


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