Two new gems, and one diamond in the rough

In my time of heavy hobbying I used to consider Hawaii theatre as almost a distant continuation of my Los Feliz living room. Certainly enough HT girls spent time in my living room, either as friends or OTC smash dolls, but sister club and last remaining gem in Randy W's glittering crown of compromised virtue, Tropical Lei, was never second best.

It's been more than 10 years since I dropped the club habit, but it happened to be near the Lei, and just thinking about walking in the club brought back all the feels. Before I left, I was careful to pass along all those feels to the various dancers, who either sat on my lap, or sit next to get a table. Best of them was the blonde who looked quite a lot like Lexi Lore. She would've been a standout in any era of any of Randy's clubs, including the 2007 p*mp crew era of Rossi, Pamela, Harmong, Charlie, and Alyssa. I had no doubt of this girl coming through with flying colors, and the VIP, if I were willing to do a VIP. I trade six VIPs with any number HT dancers from 12 years ago--and I used to do at least one but up to four VIPs per night--for just one with this dime. You guys will know her name. Also a sting was Vanessa, a real killer, perfectly augmented, tan skin, but she knows exactly how much all that she can count as being her share of all that. Again, no doubt of her being both pricey and mind blowing in the VIP, if I was willing to do a VIP.

Now it gets crazy. A pretty milf. Latina walked up to say hello is if I should know her. When she said her name, my jaw dropped. It was Mariah. I am a boy. Mariah started at Hawaii theater. She became friends with my closest Hawaii theater friend, so it was natural that she came to my friend's birthday party. Those a night with a lot of messed up people in a small apartment near the Los Feliz Trader Joe's. At the end of the night, it was Mariah and I and some regrettable inebriated decisions. We talked about it quite a bit over the next few days, and we continued to be regulars at the lab couches. Then I said something a bit overly descriptive of her coach, she took offense, and we abruptly quit speaking. Then she moved on. The first things we spoke about on this visit more than 13 years later were, oh my God, I'm so sorry I called your Hootie the pastrami tray at the subway sandwich shop. I'm also sorry for claiming that men could lose their rings and watches up in that thing. But most of all, I wish we could do that party over. Mariah nodded just like it was yesterday. It was crazy to see her, and I have nothing but love for that girl. I was so happy to pay her for lap dances you have no idea. If you didn't buy her privacy, I have photos from that party that are just hilarious. Figure get back to the club, she damn well better be there, cause I'm gonna get that girl paid.