A new environment, new people… though some old. I figured why not? Besides, I had some new pheros that I was interested in testing, particularly MX203 and P83. The only problem was whether or not I should Dirty up.
So, a compromise. I did 1 drop of A314 mixed on my wrist with 1 drop of Dirty baby oil. Rubbed together, and then rubbed my wrists on the sides of my neck. Next up, 2 sprays of MX203, 1 of P83, both to the neck. Finally, for the -none kick, I added 1 spray of Turn Up The Heat, and off I went.
The Vu is a bit darker inside than Fox’s, but once my eyes adjusted, I was quickly able to spot Paradise sitting with another customer. She saw me, and her eyes lit up. No doubt it was more comfort in seeing a familiar face than anything else. She spent a couple more minutes with the guy she was with, then made her way over to me. “I’m so glad you came! I hate this place,” she said with a pouty look, protruded lip and all. It was cute. Too damned cute.
We chatted for a bit about the closure of Fox’s, how her surgery went (sidenote: I said it before, her doctor has talent. Yes, they’re bigger, but they look natural. Feeling them, however…). She looked at the clock on her cellphone and let out an exasperated “Arrgh!” The place was slow and there were quite a bit of girls there. Some of them I recognized from Fox’s, others were Vu regulars. I started wondering how long before an all-out cat fight started, which would have been entertaining to watch. So finally, when I started feeling self-conscious from not having anything else to say, I said “So this place has a Champagne room, eh?” “Yeah,” she said. “$300 for a half hour and you get a bottle of fizzy grape juice.”
Fuck it. Time to see if Chris Rock was right.
“Is it quiet in there?” The music was a bit louder than at Fox’s. “Yeah, they’ve got soundproof walls so you can watch DVDs. Kind of stupid, since no one pays for more than a half hour.” “What sort of DVD’s” “What do you think?” she answered. So, I said “Okay, let’s go.” She did a doubletake. Guess she wasn’t expecting it.
So we go back, and the room is little more than a walk-in closet with a loveseat on one side and a flatscreen 18-20" TV against the opposite wall. There’s a little table to the side, with a conspicuous box of Kleenex and TV remote. Under the TV was a case of about 20 DVDs straight from the Hustler collection.
Finally, in the corner, there was one of those dorm room refrigerators full of fake champagne. She grabbed a bottle and two plastic cups and set them on the table. “So… you’ve got 30 minutes with me. What do you want to do? Watch a video? There’s also a couple of music channels.”
I rubbed my chin and said, “Hmm… We could start with a blowjob.” I cringed inside, waiting for the response…
…
…
“Okay.” “…wha? <FAINT>”
She produces a condom in a red packet. “Cherry. My favorite.” I hit the remote and turned it to the first music station. It was at the end of one song, then then next song started-- YouTube - Lil Wayne ft. Static Major - Lollipop [Uncensored]
And that’s exactly what she did… she lick-lick-lick-lick-licked me like a lollipop…
and then the dog started barking… huh?
…more barking… then a knock at the door… huh?
UPS delivering a package for my ex.
I really hate having dreams like that interrupted. Sorry guys. 
-D4