ASSC-Con LV2: jumbled memories

Well, its over now. I feel sorry for everyone who missed it. No, really, I 
feel sorry for you. It was sensory overload that I'm still trying to sort 
through.  Reading other's posts helps, all those eyes recording the same 
thing, but from slightly different angles.

Teena and I were sitting at the bar when Cheetah-Mark found us and lead us 
over to the rest of the group. We were greeted by and introduced to a bunch of 
ASSCers, almost all of whom I instantly forgot. Not that any of them were 
forgetable, but Cheetah's is a noisy/flashy/smokey place, and while I _like_ 
that kind of club, it is hard to meet and greet in that kind of environment. I 
got to speak to few ASSCers more than once. Standouts were LAAR, LMR, Dodger, 
Trig and CP-1 (man, does that guy look like a stripclub owner or what?!).

The first ASSC-dancer I met was Lydia, what a surprise. I'd seen her photo on 
her web page, dark and gothic.  What doesn't come through from that is how 
absolutley _cute_ the girl is! She looked exactly like Winona Ryder had 
stepped out of my Beetlejuice video tape and into my lap.  Hey, what was 
Winona Ryder's character name in the movie anyway?  Lydia was sleepless and on
edge, running on fatigue and chinese herbal pep pills. I instantly liked her.

ASSC-dancer number two was Ginger, the Brazen Hussy herself.  In what was 
quickly turning into a trend, she outshined her photos too. I think I blurted 
something intellegent like, "Oh my God, you're gorgeous!"  Just change Brazen 
Hussy to Gorgeous Hussy and you've got Ginger.

And then ALS and Molly got there.  And you know what folks...

   ALS IS A PERVERT!!!

I don't know why I was surprised, we're all perverts on this bus.  But ALS is 
a standout pervert. It's an art form for him. From the moment he walked in the 
room it got weird, and I lost access to my girlfriend. And yes I know what 
went on behind that coat, the wall behind you guys was a _mirror_.

Just so I wouldn't feel left out, ALS and Teena sent Molly over to me for what 
some people have described as a "hug". If that was a hug then a dance would 
kill me. She was so smooth and pretty, but for some reason it was _me_ who 
ended up topless!  I commented that she was very good at this, and she caught
me in her eyes and sweetly replied, "no, I've never done anything like this 
before." Has anyone commented on Molly's eyes before? Looking in them, I 
absolutely believed her, that was the first dance she'd ever done. Amazing 
eyes.

As the night went on I saw lots of neat stuff to please the pervert in me, 
Molly on Teena, Teena on Molly, Lydia on Teena, Lydia on me... Lydia is a 
little slip of a girl with small perfectly formed boobs, but she was able to 
drive my chair back until the guys at the table behind me had to scramble to 
save their beers.  And then there was Ron Jeremy and the midgets and the porn 
stars.  No really, porn stars and midgets! Do you see what I mean by sensory 
overload?

Later, after most of the ASSCers had cleared out, Dodger talked Teena into 
changing into a costume she had brought with her and dancing for him. I was 
sure that management was going to toss us. I mean a customer stripping and 
dancing for another customer, how often does that happen?  But not one word 
was said. I hope you liked your dances Dodger.

As a final tribute to this strange night, I asked a now VERY tired Lydia for
one more dance.  She led Teena and I over to the couches by the door, a big 
improvement over the wheeled chairs.  I think a whole pack of ASSCers 
followed to watch, but I wasn't paying attention. I startled Lydia by having 
Teena dance for her! Teena on Lydia, I see a kind of symmetry here.  Teena 
loves to dance for other girls, and by all acounts she's good at it.  I hope 
you liked your dance Lydia.

The night ended with a dawn breakfast with Dodger, LMR, Sick, Lydia and 
Teena and I. I was pleased to see that Lydia was still wearing the dog collar 
she wore in the club.  While we were eating, the rising sun bleached out the 
lights of Las Vegas.  I was staring out the window when Ron Jeremy walked 
past, looking tired.  I wonder what he was up to all night?

Marc