This episode was originally posted by Xyzzy in 2010. It wasn't migrated from the old site and I felt it should be republished. This thread was always one of my favorites. I will remove if the original author requests its removal.
Throughout the cab ride with the Kydnar client, Sally's attention was primarily directed inward to her own mental conversation as she struggled with the situation she had been thrust into. "My name is Mark, my name is Mark. I'm a guy. Roberto is my client. Ro..bear..to with the rolling R's. Roberto with the sparkling eyes and swarthy complexion." A sudden need to adjust brought Sally back to her original chant, "I'm a guy ... My name is Mark ... I'm a guy, Roberto is not interested in me. Ro..bear..to, Ro..bear..to." Yet again Sally needed to subtly restrain the damned thing.
"So you're familiar with Little Darlings?"
Jerked back to the reality outside of her head, Sally responded truthfully before settling back into the roll she was playing. "No, no I'm not."
"Really, but you did say your beautiful wife Sally was going to grace us with her presence did you not?"
Oh shit! What the hell is this about? "Sally? Yes, my wife Sally. Yes I spoke with Mar ... my wife and she is going to join us."
"But she is not familiar either?"
"Oh, yeah, I mean no. That is, Sally's been there before." In a burst of inspiration, Sally saw this as an opportunity to lay the ground work for why Mark would not be showing up as his wife. She'd make it appear that he was bored with it. "In fact, Sally has been there many times ..." Unfortunately that was as far as she got before being interrupted.
"Marvelous, just marvelous! I confess that I am confused, but I am also intrigued."
Climbing out of the cab, Sally got her first look at Little Darlings. 'Oh shit' was her only thought as they entered. The showgirls at Caesar's were positively conservative compared to this place, and that was just the waitresses. The constantly changing performances on the small side stages throughout consisted of various young flexible women demonstrating their mastery of accessorizing: heels, hats, gloves, ear rings, bracelets, necklaces, and the occasional cane but nothing that could be called clothing.
"It is quite intoxicating, no? In a way I am envious of your first experience here. One can truly and unabashedly enjoy being a man in a place like this. All of these delights," Roberto said indicating everything with a grand sweep of his arm, "striving diligently to pleasure men like us."
"So, about the contract ..." Sally tried in a desperate attempt to salvage the evening gone terribly awry.
"We will talk about that later, after our beautiful wives' show I think. Which reminds me, I will need to make arrangements. When will your Sally arrive?"
Taking her cues from Roberto, Sally duplicated his actions when the waitress delivered their drinks. The waitress didn't simply set it down on the table. Instead she very carefully bent at the waist and brought her breasts down to Sally's eye level, the skimpy top barely covering her nipples, as she placed the drink on the table, the swell of her cleavage filling Sally's view and obviously waiting. Sally tucked a twenty dollar bill into the waitresses g-string and nervously brushed her large hand over the waitress' mostly bare round butt and down the back of her thigh. Halfway expecting a scream of outrage, Sally gasped when the waitress ran her fingers up Sally's crotch and winked before pivoting in place to provide an up close and personal view of her derriere before wiggling off with the empty tray.
Basking in the vicarious pleasure of watching someone experience this place for the first time, Roberto waited a brief time before speaking. "I know it is difficult to remember wives in moments like these, but alas I still need to make arrangements. Perhaps you should call her?"
"Call my wife? Uh ... yes! I will call my wife. Excuse me for a few minutes." Sally started to get up but was forced to immediately sit back down before she'd even fully risen from the seat by yet another erection that was trying to burst out of her pants. Under the cover of the tablecloth, Sally wrestled it up and over so it lay hot and hard against her skin. Successfully standing this time, Sally headed for a quiet area to call Mark while trying to convince herself that the hot rigid shaft bulging the front of her pants was unnoticeable.
Telling herself that she couldn't cry, Sally was momentarily surprised to hear a female voice answer Mark's phone. "Mark, is that you? You haven't changed back?"
"Who else would it be? Tell me what's going on."
"Mark, I'm so sorry. Things are going terrible. I tried my best. I even had an excuse lined up for why you wouldn't be here. I told Roberto that you'd been here many times before, but he cut me off before I could say you weren't interested. When I tried to change the topic to the contract, he said he would not talk about it until after our wives showed up."
"Let me get this straight," Mark said in a yet higher pitched nervous voice. "You told him I, meaning your wife, had been there many times before?"
"Yes, but ..."
"Oh crap! Now think carefully. Did the client say until after the wives show up, or did he say until after the wives' show?"
"I think it was the latter, but he has a bit of an accent. What difference does it make? Besides, you never told me that you went to places like this. I don't ..."
"Now is not the time," Mark sighed in distress. "Believe me, if you are angry with me for going to places like that, then you're going to be able to revel in karmic retribution tonight. I'll be arriving about nine. Tell the client to arrange for ten."
"How did you know he was ... what's going on?"
"Believe me you don't want to know. Hell, I don't want to know either but it appears to be unavoidable."
"OK, I guess I'll see you at ten?"
"Oh yeah! You will most definitely see me," Mark hissed.
