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I had been to a party and it was a short after 1:30 in the morning when I got back to my place. There was a folded piece of whitened paper stuck into the room access just above the latch. I grabbed it as I entered and carried it with me into the kitchen where I sat down to read it. It was from Pete, an old admirer of mine and it read :

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W, you have to aid me. I am in real trouble and I do n't know where to turn. I am in way over my nous. I should just walk away, but I ca n't. She has the stark ass - I mean the perfect ass - and you know how much of an ass man I am.

It all started on Hallowe'en when I drove down to the waterfront at the end of Sam Adams Street. I was just going down to seem at the lights on the river - OK, you know me good than that, I was going to represent dirty old man and use my new night vision goggles to look out the college kids fuck in their cars at the rear of the parking lot next to the levee. I was a little frustrated that there were n't any cars parked under the trees, but I spied a new funnies gild that I had n't seen there before - the il Diabla.

You know that I have a weakness for strip clubs. I do n't really handle about the titty shows or the `` spread 'em and appearance pink '' line ups. Hades, even the touchstone on-stage sex appearance do n't do that much for me, but when they start swinging those ass globe around, I am in Shangri-la. And pasties and a lash does n't shroud the ass meat, so even with `` venereal restriction '' to keep your strong drink license, when they bend over, I have the show I want. Anyway, since there was no action back by the levee, I thought I would check out the show.

It was pretty much the touchstone flight strip golf club. Some boney college-aged girls trying to pull in a few bucks, some plump `` escort '' who were starting to liberate their face, and a mates of long-time ecdysiast with the pasted on plastic grin. I was cook to make it two stars out of five on my peter metre when just before closing il Diabla herself leapt onto the stage.

I 've never seen anything like it before. She was already naked - OK, she must deliver had mico- miniskirt pasties and a red G-string, but that had to take in been painted on because you could n't see anything holding it in piazza. Maybe it was one of those that actually stuck insider her like a bobfloat. I did n't care. All I cared about was that there was nothing that blocked the view of her yummy ass.

Her entire body was painted - or dyed - red and she was wet and slick and glossy under the sparkle. She swung around those poles like she was Tarzan swinging from tree to tree. She was all over that stage. And I swear that she was looking right at me all the time that she was dancing. She even came over directly in front of me and faced away from me and slid her hands all the way down her legs until she was holding her articulatio talocruralis and smiling at me upside down from between her legs.

Then she winked at me. No, not with the oculus on her face, with her back-door eye. She clenched her heftiness or something and her crumple little back hole closed just like an eye winking at me. She laughed as I dropped my drink onto the table. I could n't make my center off of her. I was rock strong like I have n't been in a prospicient time.

While she was dancing, the former lady friend, and a few who had n't been dancing earlier, started walking among the tabular array and sitting down with guys who were alone or in span. I knew the procedure. They would offer you private dances or after-hours limited shows, which is just encipher words for some paid puss action. Shit, if I 'm going to buy it, I can get better for less elsewhere, and I do n't have to buy them a tremendously overpriced bottle of `` champaign. ''

I heard the death chair next to mine move and saw motility out of the quoin of my eye. I turned, ready to state whichever two-bit hooker they had sicced on me that I was n't that desperate, and found myself looking straight into the heart of a man. It was the social club handler, or at to the lowest degree he was the one who seemed to have been giving the gild to the young lady and the eternal sleep of the staff.

'' I have a note from Diabla, '' he said quietly and pressed a composition of theme in my hands.

When I opened it, it read, `` What would you do for a chance to bang me in the ass ? Would you be volition to fuck me on microscope stage in front line of a gang ? If so, issue forth to the s threshold on the building next doorway at 2:00 am for the special after 60 minutes show. ``

I looked back up on stage. Diabla was now rubbing her ass against one of the pole that was directly in front man of me. The red globe of her ass slid up and down on either side of the golden bronze of the pole as she moved. She leaned down and to one position as she continued her movement against the pole and again looked me directly in the eyes. Then she slid down so that she was on all fours with the pole still firmly wedged between her ass cheeks and rubbed her ass up and down against the terminal like it was fucking her. I heard her cry out, `` Oh, oh, oh, ooooooh, Pete, you feel so good in my ass ! ``

That got my attention. I looked around, but no one else seemed to hear what she was saying.

'' Pete .... Pete .... I need you in my ass ! ``

They had to induce heard that ! Maybe everyone else was just too busy with the lady friend at their own table to find out or notice, but I noticed.

acerate leaf to say, when the club closed, I walked out into the parking lot, but did n't go back to my car. Instead, I walked along the forepart of the building toward a separate building that was redress alongside the club. From the main road they may even depend like one construction, but they were separated by several inches. I chuckled to myself. Separate building means that the entertainment and the hour are not controlled by the liquor license. I had seen this setup before. This could be very interesting.

I went inside. If the nine itself were a diving, this was a submarine. It was iniquity and filthy with a small rhythm stage in the centerfield that had old wooden tables and chairman surrounding it. The alone lightness in the seat was on the stage. A few human foot back into the darkness and anything could - and probably would be happening.

The bouncer / money taker at the threshold waved me in with `` She 's waiting for you. Go through that threshold on the left. ``

Staring into the darkness, I could just barely see the schema of room access created by illumination from a way beyond. I went through the door. Diabla was n't there, but Mike, the club handler was. `` Strip, '' he said brusquely, and then added, `` just put your clothes on the table and stand against the rig. ``

There was a large broadside platform behind him. On the platform was a sturdy-looking just balance beam with an equally hit the books hybridizing electron beam on the top. It was a just a little taller than I was. There were leather wrist turnup attached to the upper beam. I went and stood against the beam.

'' Facing out, Dumbo. Or are you planning on screwing that post ? ``

I turned around and Mike lifted my hands above my nous and secured them with the manacle. He then started rubbing me down with oil - all over. It felt like infant oil, but there must take been something else in it because it smelled more like a perfume, kind of like lilacs, and it was slicker than any pamper oil that I have ever used.

mike was rubbing me all over my torso, and I mean ALL over. As his custody passed between my ass cheeks, I was starting to sense like this was a really bad idea. But Mike was all commercial enterprise and as soon as he had me oiled up, he got off the platform and started pushing it into the darkness. Evidently there was another, larger threshold somewhere because soon I was out front in the duskiness just behind the stage. I could see everything that was happening on phase, but I could n't be seen.

mike walked onto the stage and started introducing the girls. There was a rinky-tink piano played by a grizzled old bleak man who looked like he had been playing in whore house living room most of his life. He was belting out some of the really old bump-and-grind music and the little girl were taking it off to the hoots and cat calls from the darkness. Unlike the show in the nine, however, they did n't stop at the G and paste. They kept going until they were totally naked, and followed that up with some actual heavy lean back on your men and thrust it at the bunch poppycock that was supposed to get the men all turned on. That does n't do all that much for me because, like I said, for me they are facing the wrong way. After they finished their set, they would pick up their turnout, throw them off point somewhere, and go walking out naked into the darkness to the men at the tables.

After a while, a set of Twin Falls came on microscope stage and strip down each other as they danced. Then they lay down on the stage and began pouring sister oil all over each other 's body and rubbing each other down. It looked like they were really getting into it and both were starting to gasp and moan when Mike interrupted with a curt, `` economise it for the paying customers, ladies, '' and both scampered off into the darkness. Their moans resumed a few moments later, so they must have found quick and uncoerced paying partners at the tables.

That 's when Mike introduced Diabla. `` Gentlemen, I know what you have come here to see. There is only one Diabla and there is no former show in Town or in the world like hers. ''

I could palpate the platform beneath me starting to run and soon I was standing in the center of attention of the Light, held in office by the beams to which my hands were secured.

I did n't recognize the tune the pianissimo was plinking out, but Diabla came dancing into the lights bouncing and swaying in time to its beat. She was even more mythical up close. This close I could separate that her pelt must have been dyed red because everything was red, even her eyelids and the inside of her ears. She danced around me sliding against me in prison term to the music. From the scent, I could narrate that she was oiled up with the same oil that was covering me.

She slid and slithered against me, rubbing my ever hardening prick with her ass. She was grinding herself into me like some vertical lap dance, catching my prick with her ass cheeks and squeezing it as she moved up or down or pulling it forward as she leaned away from me. It was almost too much to endure. I do n't cognize why I had n't shot off already. Maybe there was something in the oil that was slowing me down. By the time the instant song finished, I was almost out of my head and bucking and thrashing trying to get inside of her. I would almost drive lilliputian Pete home, but she would dance away at the just lowest moment.

Finally the music changed to something tiresome and she rubbed against me very slowly, and then leaned over, and in one Gustavus Franklin Swift move impaled herself on my prick. Now she was sliding me in and out of her as she swayed with the music. She was starting to clench my shaft with her winking arse each time she moved slightly away from me. I was nearly going insane with the sensations. Then she, and the music, started to rush along up. She had her hands on the trading floor now and was thrusting back against me in metre with the euphony. She started to sing, or to mewl, in air with the euphony, faster and faster and faster until suddenly she slammed herself against me with one hard, final thrust and screamed out in passion and lust. As she slammed against me the visible light went out, both literally and figuratively.

I saw the visible radiation go out on the stage, and I must induce passed out. When I came to, I was home. I must take in been out for at to the lowest degree 16 minute because it was after supper and once again non-white outside. I did n't recognise what I was going to tell them at work when I went in the future day. I am supposed to call in if I am going to omit work.

I should suffer just gone back to bed and slept it off - whatever it was, but I could n't get her out of my intellect. Whenever I closed my eyes, even just for a second, I could see that red ass and that winking motherfucker swaying before my center. I had to go back and see if it had been material or just a dreaming or hallucination caused by some bad booze.

When I got to the club, it was just like I remembered it. Mike was taking the money at the door and some scrawny chick was dancing on the stage. I bought the two drink minimum and a plump waitress in an getup that was supposed to await somewhat like a `` French housemaid '' plopped them on the table in front of me. I nursed them along and fended off the half-naked whores who thought I looked lonely until I finally heard mike say, `` Gentlemen, I know what you have come here to see. There is only one Diabla and there is no other show in town or in the world like hers. ''

She leapt onto the stage with all the sensualism and Fury that she had the old night. With the red dye, it was really hard to tell if she was truly defenseless or had red pasties and whatever the concealment was over her pubic area. Just like the Night before, she seemed to be looking directly at me. Just like the night before she showed me everything and winked at me with her tiny red rosebud. Just like the night before I was hard enough to bust through my blue jean. And just like the night before, Mike was suddenly there next to me with a note.

This sentence, when I opened the note, it read, `` What would you do for a fortune to fuck me in the ass ? Would you be willing to let someone spank your ass on stage while you Lebanese pound mine ? If so, get along to the second door on the building next door at 2:00 am for the peculiar after minute show. ``

I should take gotten up and run out of there. I really should have. But I did n't. I waited for the club to close down and walked over the building next door and through the almost obliterate door to the indorse stage. Mike was again back there and again he told me to strip. I did and walked over to the weapons platform. The platform was the same, but the restraint irradiation were different. Instead of a tall T there was just a single beam on the floor of the platform near the outer edge.

I stood there while he oiled me up and then he said, `` Kneel on the platform, articulatio talocruralis in the stocks. '' I did as he indicated and he locked my ankle joint in piazza. He then put leather manacle on my radiocarpal joint and connected them to thin out cablegram that seemed to go into the floor on the other side of the platform. He did something on the edge of the program and the cable television service tightened slightly so that my blazon were pulled forward and lifted slightly from my sides. Then he rolled the platform out into the duskiness behind the stage.

The appearance was indistinguishable to the previous night, even to microphone telling the Twin Falls to save it for the paying customer. And then it was depict clip. I was rolled out into the light and Diabla began her dance. It was the same euphony, but the dance was different because I was now lower on the stage. She spent a lot more time on all fours rubbing and squeezing. Finally she snuggled up against me and held still with my prick centered just between her ass face, little Pete was nestled right up against her blink eye. She moved her ass in little roundabout tantalizing the tip of my penis and driving me higher and higher and higher.

Suddenly the cable's length snapped sozzled - very tight, and my weapon system were pulled harshly forward and my body was pulled tightly over hers. She gasped in annoyance and passion as I slammed fully into her. I tried to draw in back so that I could begin to stuff into her, but she moved with me so that I was frustrated by the lack of movement.

Then it hit. Mike was standing behind us with a large, thick, contraband leather paddle. He was swinging it for all he was Charles Frederick Worth into my ass. It hurt like nether region, but at the same time it drove me into Diabla for a few secondment as I compressed her ass cheeks against my strawman. Again she clamped down on me with that winking asshole as I moved back out, but no Oklahoman had we returned to our normal spot than microphone slammed into my ass again with the paddle driving me back deep inside Diabla.

I am not into pain, or at least I did n't think I was, but I was beyond caring about the difference between nuisance and pleasure. I was close to orgasm and so was she. The music changed once again and mike kept up with the increased tempo driving both of us higher and eminent until Diabla screamed out her wailing screeching of rank passion just as I came deep within her, and the lights went out.

Sixteen hours later I again woke up at domicile. My ass was sore. My head hurt. I had probably lost my job, but I did n't like. All I could think of was that slick red ass rubbing against me. I drove back down to the club.

Mike at the threshold ..., two drink minimum ..., slutty waitress dropping the drinks of the tabular array ..., it was all the same, but I did n't care. If all that was the Lapplander, then Diabla would be the same and I would once again get to see her toothsome, fabulous ass shining and glistening and winking at me, and get to jazz that ass in the after-hours show.

This time, the banknote read, `` What would you do for a prospect to fuck me in the ass ? Would you be willing to let somebody screw you in the ass on stage while you fuck me ? If so, come to the second door on the building next doorway at 2:00 am for the special after 60 minutes show. ``

I went. I should n't take in - I know I should n't experience, but I went. The political platform setup was the like as the night before. The saltation was the Sami, except this meter Mike was not swinging a paddle. Mike was oiled up and naked behind me when Diabla pressed herself against me and lined me up with her winking ass. I felt him lean over me like I was leaning over Diabla, and when the cable television service went tight and pulled me into her, he followed and with a powerful thrust drove himself inside of me.

It hurt. God, it hurt, but at the same time, it was the most pleasure I had ever felt in my life. Diabla was milking my prick with her winking SOB and her mighty dancers musculus. Mike was forcing me deeply inside of her as he forced himself deeply inside of me. I just let myself go and allowed microphone to ram me into Diabla as he rammed himself into me and pull me back from Diabla as he pulled back from me.

It was a strange terpsichore of three cooperator with microphone leading and keeping clock time. I could experience myself reaching that percentage point of no income tax return and I could hear Diabla beginning to wail and screech when suddenly Mike pushed himself into me in one net jab with such force that Diabla collapsed beneath me. I fell forward onto her and he fell forward onto me and we lay on the political platform with me sandwiched between the red of her trunk and the dim of his, just as the lights went out.

Sixteen hours later I awoke at home again. What in the blaze was going on ? How could this be happening ? I should call the constabulary, or maybe a doc, but what would I tell them ? Who would believe this ? I did n't know what to do. The one thing that I knew that I should NOT do was to go back to the golf club, but that 's what I did.

Everything was the Saami - exactly the same, except this time the musical note read, `` What would you do for a fortune to fuck me in the ass ? Would you be bequeath to give me your soul ? If so, hail to the second door on the construction succeeding door at 2:00 am for the special after hours show. ``

That 's when I got up and left. I went out to my car and should let gone tearing ass away from that space with the tire screaming and my fundament to the floor. That 's what I should let done, but instead I am sitting here writing this bank bill to you, W, so that someone will know what happened to me if I am never seen again. I should go home. I should go to the hospital. I should go to the police. I should go anywhere but to that after-hours display, but after I drop this note off at your home, I am going back to Diabla.

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That 's where Pete 's note ended. I did n't know what he had gotten himself into, but this did n't sound full at all. I headed down to the end of XTC street where he had said the club was located. His car was sitting in the parking lot along with a couple of law machine and a fire motortruck.

I pulled up next to Pete 's car and walked out by the river where the reliever were spraying down something sitting on the gravel near the river. I walked up the officer who seemed to be in rush and said, `` That 's my friend, Pete 's car. He left me a greenback saying he might be in bother. Is everything OK ? ``

'' Not if that 's your Friend, Pete, '' replied the officer, as he pointed to what I could now recognise as a very, very badly burned torso. It was n't much more than ashes and a few bones.

'' They say it happens every twenty age, '' he continued, `` but I really did n't believe it. I should have had an officer stationed here, but I thought the video surveillance would be adequate. I checked the transcription. It shows everything. He got out of his car, went over there and took off all his clothes. He just stood there for a long time looking at something that only he could see, then he walked over to where he is now and started .... he started .... '' The officeholder was obviously struggling for wrangle to line what he had seen. Finally he just blurted out, `` He started fucking the air. blamed thing you ever saw. I could depose something was pulling on his prick, but there was nada there. Whatever it was, he was really into it, but just as he shot his load, he put his head back and screamed and burst into flames. It was like one of those armed forces magnesium solar flare. It flared out the camera it was so bright. And then he was gone. It was all over in a just few seconds. There 's nothing left but a little os and ash. I have no musical theme how in the hell I am going to save this up. ``

I had a lot of questions, but I asked the most obvious one first, `` Every twenty dollar bill years since when ? ``

The officer smiled. It was Thomas More of a face than a smile. He shook his head in that way that someone does when they know you are n't going to believe what they are telling you and began to explicate, `` cover during prohibition - the roaring 20 's - there was this slip club speakeasy that operated in a couple of the storage warehouse along the river front. It was evidently a pretty wild place. I guess if you are already breaking Federal Torah about alcohol, what difference does a minuscule nudity and on-stage sex make ? Anyway, one Hallowe'en night they evidently got some new act from somewhere. They called her 'il Diabla .'

They must have thought that meant `` She Devil. '' Anyway she was all painted red and oiled up with something and was banging guy rope on degree when something went ill-timed and they both burst into flames. According to the report, just as they reached, `` that magic moment, '' she screamed and he screamed and 'boom .'It was probably one of the stage lights blowing out and showering them with sparkle or something. They must induce been using some kind of really flammable oil because they and everything around them burned to ash tree in just hour and both warehouses burned to the basis. Luckily, everybody else got out. ``

He then pointed to the footing where the firemen were still aiming a light misting spray. `` In the '40 's one Halloween night, they found a crispy critter right there where your friend is laying. Same thing in '60 's, the '80 's, and so forth ..., every twenty year - always on Halloween. My precursor left a data file in the desk with a note to take a leak certainly I check out this sphere at Halloween this year. care to hell I could compute out what is really going on here. ``

'' I think I can shed some igniter on this, officeholder. ``

'' What have you got ? ``

'' I have to register you, '' I replied and he and I went back to my office. We walked into the kitchen together. I turned on the lighting and pointed to the kitchen table where I had left Pete 's note. There was nothing there but a slender, square, pile of ashes.

'' What in the nether region does this mean, '' barked the officer.

I shook my promontory and answered, `` I guess it means that you better leave a note telling them to station an officeholder down there on Allhallows Eve in twenty years. '' He looked at me with his heart wide of the mark as I added, `` but I do n't cogitate it is going to do them any good. ``


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