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French Kissing A Stripper
THE AMAZING ROSY LOVE’S VIRGIN LIPS
It’s a frigid November afternoon in downtown Baltimore. I’ve been an Inside Business Sales Rep going on two years at Verizon. Lunch time offers a needed escape from my cubicle.
The employee cafeteria is serving lasagna. However, today I want to be amongst the people, away from the ivory tower. A full hour from the politically correct corporate suits.
I’m in the mood for some naughty fun. I walk a couple blocks away from the office, down this alley that opens up to the Mafia controlled strip joints.
My friend had told me about this area, but I never got the nerve to explore. I go to the first bar on the corner, order a vodka cranberry and start a tab.
Head to the restroom to do a line of coke. I had been saving it all week. Now is as good a time as any.
Exiting the facilities, I’m feeling amazing, but as I look around, the place is empty.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
“We run a skeleton crew during the day. However, my day shift dancer should have already been here.” The bartender replies.
About that time, the wooden double doors opened. She walks in from the outdoors.
