Showing posts with label pole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pole. Show all posts

Friday, July 06, 2007

SL/Showgirl

At Loon's Strip Club/Breakfast lounge

I told Toker Ursula she had every right to go behind the speaker when she wanted to change, but she insisted on doing it out in the open.


She turned around, though, and I got the tease of a lifetime.
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Later she told me she wanted to go upstairs. I told her it was probably due to the fact that she usually faced that direction when climbing the dance pole.
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Finally she did go upstairs. The second floor was not much to recommend except it had a bunch of ferns.












The third floor, however, had an office. I dared Ursula to get naked on the office desk. I told her about the crowd on the dance floor below. I said it was a double dare.

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She was more interested in getting hired at the club. Her time on the pole, as good as it had been, had only been a tryout. She hadn't received a tip jar yet. She wanted a tip jar.
The first chance she got she was in front of Ferguso Loon, the owner, pleading her case.
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"You the owner?"
"Yeah"
"They said I wouldn't get a tip jar unless you checked me out."
"Head to toe," I reminded him.
Ursula was informed that before anyone's hired at the club Ferguso had the right to see them naked.
"To prove that you're a lady," I said.
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(to be continued)(sleep)

Sunday, May 20, 2007

SL/Getting dirty


Parental Advisory--Dirty.


Angelaa informed me how much she'd love to sit on my pole dancer's pole.

I said if she managed to sit on something like that she would be impaled.

I said we should find another piece of furniture for her to use...such as a peg from this bed. I offered to flip the bed over for her.

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Later, she saw my hat in a whole new perspective before fainting.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Second Life

To get upstairs from downstairs I built a pole.
(A pole made of metal.)









Unfortunately the pole goes right through the bed. The bed cannot be moved because it was installed by the Brazilian.










It looks nice and would be perfectly functional if I could get my head up it.

*Thunk thunk*



(To the right is a Christmas tree donated by the Brazilian guy in my absence....What a swell guy.)


The frame around the picture blends in good with the decor.


(This is a shot from Battlefield 1942 and was taken by intrepid observer and reporter Ferencz Bathory)

There's a spot on wall where it fits in perfectly.








To get a closer look go to Nateos.com.