A late Friday night about Midnight....

A late Friday night about Midnight. Yeah, it's crowded as usual. Still ridiculous expensive to get in, a function of the cabbie-to-nightclub relationship. Anyway, the A-list dancers are present. I notice a younger one, could not be over 21, I don't think: she's perfectly fit. No body fat, abs of wonder. Seemed to have stepped out of a Victoria's Secret catalog -- fine. She notices I'm staring, comes over, without saying to much, takes me back to the private 3 for $100 area. "I think this is what you want," she says, sitting on my lap, pressing a firm breast on my face. "You got it," I believe is the last thing I said for awhile. What a club.