From: Toast <sometoast@remotetoast.org>
Subject: ASSC: AFTSD 2003 Imperial Theater
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I've been taking a break from voyeurism in general (movies, mags, etc.)
and strip clubs in particular.  Being out of work does that to a person.
Besides, I was having a problem maintaining that suspension of disbelief.
You know, the one where you can actually believe for a while that the girl
in the movie or the girl on your lap actually is interested in something
besides what you are sitting on (wallet, not butt).

However my birthday is coming up soon (Wednesday), so this PL thought he
would do a little celebrating early.  I went to my favorite cafe down in
Seal Beach, CA and had a nice leisurely meal.  The bartender there is very
cute, early 30's, blond, nicely shaped.  She's friendly when she's not
swamped, and the Jets/Titats game didn't generate much interest in
southern California.

After an hour or so of looking at her (and three Sierra Nevadas), I
decided to break my rule and go to a club.  I thought I would try out a
new place, since I've heard mixed reviews about it.

Imperial Theater is in Anaheim, CA (the Mouse House city), and about 10
miles from where I live.  Since I was drinking, I was cabbing it.  I
picked up a cab and hopped on over.

Well, the two story building was pretty impressive, that is until I
stepped in.  The gatekeeper was sort of distracted and I had to wake him
up to get my $!0 taken.  Oh well, I was in, and I thought I would check
out the DVD collection and bathroom downstairs before heading up to main
area.

The DVD collection was pretty sad.  Advertising is such a misleading
thing.  There was really no hope of getting myself a DVD birthday present
on the way out.

The restroom (see standard reviews) was reasonably clean, but it did have
some gang scrawl etched on the mirror.  I was hoping that upstairs was
going to be better by this time.

Upstairs was a nice change.  The music was a bit loud, but the DJ didn't
absolutely suck.  In fact, he only did one or two shills per dancer
besides announcing the dancer's name.  For those of us in southern
California, not having a DJ's spit spray all over the room constantly is a
welcome change.

The first drink (non-alcoholic) is $6, but refills are $2.  Lap dances,
both on the couches surrounding the large but dimly lit dance floor and
the VIP room were $10 (warning, warning).  And the dancers, almost all
without enhancements, were very attractive (warning, warning).

My first dance was with Eve, a very nice blond, strong straight back,
comfortable size breasts, flat stomach, and sly smile.  She also had an
amazing amoung of perfume on (to be repeated throughout the night).  Her
dance (a 2 for 1) was light, sensual, but nothing off the charts.  Well,
this was Orange county after all, and not San Bernadino or LA.

I was just about to hang it up after watching several other couch dances
(bikini, no topless or nude), when up came a very attractive Filipina.
Having a weakness for Asian women, I immediately said yes to a VIP session
(4 dance minimum, $40).  The lap area was a set of small booths in a
darkened room.  As we got comfortable, I could tell this was going to be a
bit different than the lightweight dance I had gotten earlier.

Names were exchanged, and I found out why . . . . this was none other than
Tina Toy at her home club.  Sadly, she's married so I don't push the
limits, but still a sensuous, eye-contact set of dances was enjoyed by me.
And yes, she can easily engage willing sense of disbelief.  Ah . . . if
she was at a different club and not attached.  Still, we had a nice chat
as well as the dance.  It's amazing what sort of funny behind the scenes
stories porn stars can tell you.

Coming back into the stage area, I saw this very very petite girl dancing.
She had a gymnast's body, and couldn't have been more than 4'10".  In
fact, Kali is 4'10", and 75 lb soaking wet.  I scooped her up (almost
literally) and off we went to pay for the first 4 dances.  While going up
to the ticket booth, she reached her arms around my shoulder and chirped,
"Great, you're just my size!!".  Nothing like that to make a short guy
(5'8") feel good.

Unlike the previous dances, fun but more sensuous than sexy, this was
full-bore hot and heavy (at least for this club).  Nice contact both top
and bottom.  Gymnast moves - at one point she stood on her hands and
muffled my ears with her thighs . . .  In between songs, she curled up in
my lap and chatted.  Adjustments were made, and all in all a nice time was
had by all parts of my body.  And at the end of the session (some 8 dances
later), she went downstairs to "freshen up".

As we walked out of the VIP area, I learned that she lived not too far
from me, and that she would be working Wednesday afternoon and Sunday
afternoon.  While dancing was certainly on her mind (have to keep the
money perspective here), chatting and curling up was certainly not out of
the question.

In short, I had found a new ATF.  Sigh . . . this was gonna break the bank
and emotions of a PL.

Happy birthday me.

Toast . . . bread, body, and mind