INT. AMY'S HOME - MORNING
After a difficult night trying to sleep, Amy did not want to
get up. She SNUGGLES with her dog, then, SHOWERS before
getting dressed.
NARRATOR
I did not want to get up, but my
precious toy schnauzer had other
ideas though rolling around on the
bed and trying to snuggle with me.
Her psychic sixth sense working
overtime, turning into my sadness
she knew something was wrong. Not
one to give up easily, I did end up
petting her and that helped me come
back to life. In the shower I was
shrouded by the steamy serene
water, finding solace, lingering
long in those lost moments of
blissful tranquility. Sitting on
the bed in my birthday suit I
overheard my man speaking with his
son's BABYMOMMA, by his tone
realizing she was once again
picking a fight with him.
AMY
She doesn't have a man in her life,
so...guess who she calls--YOU!
NARRATOR
I wasn't about to let this continue
so I changed his phone mail message
to my voice and adding a touch of
anger and a tone that said...STOP
CALLING! I make it a point to be
good to my guy and this bitch is
not going to continue to make his
life miserable.
Amy gets off the bed, stark NAKED, MARCHES into the living
room, puts out her hand, and didn't have to say a word as
her man hands her the phone. Summoning up her best BOOMING
angry voice.
AMY
Really...are you really trying to
pick a fight today...today...TODAY
of all days!?
BABY MOMMA
No...no...not at all...
AMY
You are...you're always upsetting
my husband for no good reason, but
NOT TODAY...IT'S NOT HAPPENING
TODAY!!!
NARRATOR
How could she...I was
furious...this had been building
and I'd had enough. She knew I'd
been to a funeral. I needed
desperately to get past everything
that had happened and this bitch is
going to fuck it all...well...FUCK
HER!
Amy hangs up the PHONE and begins to RAMPAGE around the
house until finally turning off her man's phone.
NARRATOR
After hanging up the phone with her
I lose it and begin rampaging
around the house, screaming and
yelling, just purging every vexing
toxic feeling that was trapped
inside of me. Then, I took the step
to turn off my man's phone.
AMY'S FATHER
You know she's going to call back.
AMY
That pussy bitch hung up on
me...she doesn't even know how mean
I can be...she DOES NOT KNOW! This
bullshit of hers is going to stop.
She has to learn how good she has
it, to have a babydaddy who picks
his son up every weekend, does
things with him, and is a real
father to him during the week and
even helps him with his homework,
teaches him right from wrong and
I'm a damn good mother figure to
that boy, I love him and this bitch
has to make things difficult for
us? So, no, no more, she can kiss
my left fucking nut and I've got a
pair and she doesn't, obviously, if
she's going to fucking hang up on
me. Well, he was right, she did
call back and left a message that
was more of a threat than an
apology.
She does call right back and Amy's picks up.
BABY MOMMA
All I was trying to do was to get
him to spend more time with his
son...anytime he wants out I'll
assume full custody.
NARRATOR
That bitch just won't quit, as if
it could ever be good for her son
not to see his father. She is some
piece of work. She gets pregnant
and decides to have the baby even
though she knows the child will be
severely handicapped. My man is
there for her and the child, but oh
no that's not good enough for her.
Well, bitch, you signed up for
this. Don't be expecting anybody
else to deal with your mess. So,
when the smoke cleared we headed
for one of our favorite restaurants
when a surprising subject came up.
INT. RESTAURANT
Amy and her man are settling into a good MEAL but with so
many issues on their minds, a surprising subject comes up.
Amy requests a bubbly WAITRESS she knew would cheer her up.
AMY
You know, this just might be the
right time to get out of Dodge and
start a new life in another STATE.
NARRATOR
This wasn't about avoiding our many
responsibilities, we knew we'd
still visit his children, take them
for the summer, get them cell
phones, that sort of thing, but
deal with them on our terms. Yes, I
was making bank at the club, but I
knew my capacity to carry on there
was not going to last--that I'd
have to find another way to pay our
many and now mounting bills.
AMY
I hope you feel the same way, but
our happiness is more important
than any other consideration.
NARRATOR
We were so fortunate to be happy
with each other, to have found real
love, to be best friends and soul
mates. We weren't going to let
anything or anyone fuck that up.
Dinner over, heading home, we
pulled into our alley and with a
foot of new snow my man used the
Silverado to mush it down some, but
during the process he accidentally
backed into a neighbor's garage
door. His house was up for sale so
he wasn't around much anymore, a
crotchety old cuss into everybody's
business. He's an annoying son of a
bitch and admittedly I've been rude
to hima few times, but I've also
been nice. We'd knocked the garage
door off its hinges. Not knowing if
he was home, we just went inside.
Soon we heard a bang bang bang on
the back door.
NEIGHBOR
What the hell...couldn't you have
been more careful!
AMY'S MAN
I am so so sorry...it's bee a
difficult week, we were just at the
funeral of a dear friend and we're
both still upset. The truck slipped
in the snow but of course we'll
make it right so get someone out
here to see how much it will cost
to fix and we'll pay for it.
NARRATOR
...now...isn't that the way it
works in normal society with
neighbors, you know them, you trust
them...NOT THIS BITCH-ASS
MOTHER-FUCKER. He decides to call
the cops and file a property damage
report. The officer arrives and
leans on the doorbell. Now, I don't
know if you've picked up on this,
but every now and then, and only
for medical purposes...yeah right,
I'll smoke a leafy substance that's
not exactly legal in this backwater
State of Wisconsin. To handle all
the stress, I'd been smoking all
week and the house smelled of you
know what. So, I'm frantically
spraying Fabreze while my man is
out back speaking with the officer,
trying to be calm and hoping
against hope that he doesn't detect
the telltale odors. My man is now
shaking while talking to the cop,
partly from the cold but mostly
from the dread of what might come
down if he gets wind of what's been
going on in hour home. Nervous as
shit, I was shaking as well--a cop
at our door--that's all we fucking
need. Incident over, the cop left,
no harm no foul, my man comes in
and now he is pissed, banging on
the counters, furious, he punches
out the recliner all but breaking
it.
AMY'S MAN
You know...that old heartless
motherfucker is going to die stone
cold alone so I guess that's
revenge enough, but you know...who
needs this...yes, let's get the
fuck out of here!
NARRATOR
Not at all sure the incident was
over, I was standing at the window
watching everything that was going
down, I was still scared shitless.
This was Super Bowl Sunday, a
national holiday and cultural
institution, it's supposed to be a
happy holiday and yes the Green Bay
Packers were not only playing but
winning! Our fucking neighbor
fucked it all up...I will never
forgive him...never...never...the
difficult week finally over, it was
time to get back to work and make
some...MONEY HONEY!!
INT. AMY'S HOME
Amy is sitting at the kitchen table texting LunchGuy.
NARRATOR
I knew I had to get back to work,
or more to the point get back to
earning coin, but to bring in some
cash without dealing with all the
club drama would help me get my
work week off to a good start.
LunchGuy offered to meet. Now, that
wasn't surprising, but in the kind
of twist of fate the new place he
wanted to take me was just down the
street from the bar we went to
after the wake. That was weird and
freaked me out a little.
INT. RESTAURANT WITH LUNCHGUY - AFTERNOON
Amy walks into the restaurant with LUNCHGUY on her arm, they
sit down, are handed menus, and talk. Her waiter turned out
to be a friend. They both recognized each other so Amy took
him aside.
AMY
Well, Hi...it's so great to see
you. You know me, you know what I
do for a living, I'm with a club
customer so please don't say
anything to anyone about seeing me
her...okay?
NARRATOR
The guy I knew happened to be our
waiter. At the end of our meal he
wrote down his number and gave it
to me. LunchGuy must have though
I'd been flirting with him, but no,
that was not the case.
LUNCHGUY
Yeah...he's cute!
AMY
It's not like that, honey, not like
that at all.
INT. DISTILLERY - AFTERNOON
Amy and LunchGuy enter a DISTILLERY and settle into sampling
some Absinthe.
NARRATOR
A lovely day, he took me to a vodka
distillery where we sipped some
Absinthe, a potent herbal
psychedelic liquor. You drizzle ice
water over a burning sugar cube
pirched over the glass. He also
bought me a few bottles of Pumpkin
Whiskey. Now, this is a man I can
trust. We've gotten drunk before
without him stepping over the line.
We may not be having sex, but we do
share our most intimate and vexing
personal problems. Sitting in the
cafe he just let me get everything
out while listening
sympathetically--my destitute
parents, the wake, the funeral, and
the emotional aftermath of such a
terrible loss. On this particular
day his attentive ear and many
heartfelt hugs were even more
appreciated than usual, not to
mention his usual thoughtful card
stuffed with hundreds. Twice my
age, he makes me feel safe,
supported, and cared for. Along
with my man he helps me believe I
can overcome any obstacle to any
path forward I may set for myself.
My time with LunchGuy over, it was
back to work at the club.
INT. AMY'S CLUB - DAY SHIFT
Amy is sitting at her SPOT at the club bar, getting her day
organized through texting her regulars. FuzzyWuzzy comes in
and they go right back to VIP. Next, BlondBusinessMan comes
in, they talk, then, go to VIP.
NARRATOR
Got a call from FuzyWuzzy, he was
coming to the club and I'm sure
wanted to secure his place in line
should that be necessary. He got to
the club early and wanted to go
right back to VIP.
FUZZYWUZZY
I'm so glad you were here...I just
found out that I'm being tested for
cancer.
NARRATOR
He proceeded to share many of the
details of his diagnosis and
prognosis with me. Not sure how to
help him feel better about what he
was going through, I simply shared
some of what I'd been through.
AMY
I can only imagine how you're
feeling...I've also been through a
rough week. My best friend died
recently and I as went to her
funeral last week. What can I
say...these lives we lead, there's
no guarantee about how long it will
last so it becomes about cherishing
each day we're given.
FUZZYWUZZY
...well...I can't argue with that.
AMY
Shit happens...sometimes life
sucks.
NARRATOR
Hopefully those sentiments will
help him cope with his hard times.
He left, and coming back from a
random dance I spotted my dirty
talker, BlondBusinessMan. We sit
and share shards of what we've bth
been going through. Then, out of
the blue he has a worried look on
his face.
BLONDBUSINESSMAN
I need to tell you something...but
I don't want you to get
mad...promise you won't get mad.
AMY
...don't worry...I won't...
BLONDBUSINESSMAN
Okay then...I started dating
someone recently, actually I
started dating my ex wife.
AMY
Oh...really...good for you!
BLONDBUSINESSMAN
I never told you I was married when
I first started coming to the club
and now I'm thinking I should have.
AMY
Like why...you tell me what you're
comfortable telling me...why would
you ever think I'd be upset about
that?
BLONDBUSINESSMAN
I don't know...I just didn't want
you to feel like I lied to you.
NARRATOR
He was relieved when I asured him
that I didn't take his deception
personally as he held my hands then
kissed my hands.
BLONDBUSINESSMAN
Oh good...that's good...yeah, I was
married, have two young kids.
NARRATOR
I was confused...why would he for a
second think I would be hurt or
jealous about anything going on in
his personal life. Apparently I
hadn't even considered that the
fantasy I provide at the club might
actually be perceived as being some
kind of real out-in-the-world
relationship...as if it would be
going on without the money
involved. Men...how can they be so
gullible. Can a fantasy ever be
real--should a fantasy ever be
realized? So, the guy is dating his
ex-wife, who asked for a divorce
because he was gone all the time
traveling in connection with his
job. Da...he had to work! Shit, he
had a wife and two kids to support,
of course he had to work...dumb
bitch. The VIP went well, we had
some fun, laughed, joked around,
and when it was time to go he
tipped me a god chunk of change.
BLONDBUSINESSMAN
Thank you for understanding.
AMY
No problem...
INT. AMY'S CLUB - DAY SHIFT
It's VALENTINE'S DAY at the club and Amy is expecting to
CASH in big time.
NARRATOR
Valentine's Day...that's right
people, Valentine's Day and I'll be
spending it at the club hopefully
making a Valentine's fantasy come
true for at least a few lonely
gentlemen. I for sure came in
because I knew I'd have at least
one regular, OlympianMan, who said
he was coming in and even had a
gift for me! He was always good for
a few dances, a nice tip, and I
could count on him to be
complimentary and affectionate.
After he left, HouseMom got a call
asking if I was at the club. Soon,
in he walks, tall, handsome, a sexy
hunk, let's call him ValentineMan.
Though he has a terribly sweet
crush on me I know he loves his
wife, his kids...and his guns. I
walked up and gave him a long long
hug.
AMY
Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart!
VALENTINEMAN
I couldn't let you be all alone on
Valentine's Day, now could I? Now,
I don't have that much time and I
don't mean to rush you, but do you
want to go back to VIP?
NARRATOR
The hour went quickly, we laughed,
talked, and generally had a lovely
time together and after the VIP we
sat at the VIP bar and caught up on
the several months since I'd seen
him last. Just before leaving he
passed me a handful of bills, with
a hundred on top, and even I was
stunned to imagine that all the
bills were hundreds--and yes, after
he left I spread the bills and they
WERE ALL HUNDREDS...bitchin'
amazing! Just as I was getting over
the personal loss of my best
friend, another death, this time in
my club family.
INT. AMY'S CLUB - DAY SHIFT
A new day of promising developments at the club, but instead
a setback for Amy when she hears of a DEATH in her club
family--the SAD NEWS spreading like wildfire.
NARRATOR
I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT--JUST
WHAT I NEEDED...more bad news and
on top of everything else going on
in my life. I'm sitting here in
shock after hearing of the death
from the bartender. After hearing
the sad news I could only pick at
my yogurt while desperately trying
to calm down for the sake of my
customers. Heart failure. It
happened over the weekend. One of
our club's HOUSEDADS, a Black man
with an imposing physique, but he
was a gentle giant, and always so
nice to me. At times he wouldn't
charge me for tip-outs, and if I'd
ever come in a little late he never
hassled me. Every once in a while
he'd ask for a hug. I'm shaking my
head in disbelief when one of my
regulars, JailerMan, walks in. I
certainly wasn't in the mood to
party but did my professional
thing. I can't believe I'll
actually be attending another
funeral and only two days.
EXT. CHURCH WHERE FUNERAL IS BEING HELD
Amy has on a BLACK DRESS, is carrying a card and flowers,
drove to the church herself, parked in a not-so-good
neighborhood and walked to the CHURCH.
NARRATOR
Funeral number two, got up early,
put on the same black dress from
T.J. Maxx, already had a card and
flowers, drove to the church myself
in a not-so-good neighborhood, and
walked to the church. Standing out
in front were a number of people I
knew sho worked at the club, all
looking forlorn and pale. I joined
them, feeling sick to my stomach
and a little shaky. Gathering all
the confidence I could muster I
began to mingle. While exchanging
hugs I caught one of the guys
looking me up and down.
CLUB FRIEND
Damn, Amy...
AMY
Yeah, I clean up all right.
CLUB FRIEND
You sure do...
NARRATOR
Apparently unable to repress the
inappropriate thoughts and remarks
giving the circumstances. I really
didn't mind, though. At the club
I'm always half naked so when I do
dress up it's nice that someone
notices, in fact as a sign of
respect all the club employees were
dressed to the nines--the dancers
in dresses and the men in suits or
dress pants, and shirts. No one
could believe that such a young man
had his life cut so short so
quickly so unexpectedly...no one
saw this toming. When my friend
passed, at least I had a few days
to prepare. I can only imagine how
devastated his family and close
friends were not having a chance to
say goodbye. So many different
kinds of people from all walks of
life at the funeral and many were
crying. Walking up to the casket my
hands began shaking. He was such a
massive man with a larger-than-life
personality and yet in the casket
he looked so small. One of the
dancers I was close with teared up,
but I just couldn't cry with her.
Couldn't stay for the funeral
because some of us were needed at
the club.
INT. AMY'S CLUB - DAY SHIFT
Returning from the wake, amy is putting on her STRIPPER
GEAR, then, sits by the door with her friend, LatteGirl,
when a few regulars first, then, some employees begin
returning from the funeral service.
NARRATOR
Still in shock, devastated, and
dumbfounded, no one was ready for
gentlemen's club business as usual.
We all started doing shots while
continuing to console each other as
est we could. I got a few
compliments on how sharp I looked
which was a welcome lighthearted
break from the crush of constant
sadness. When HouseMom returned
LatteGirl left the front counter
area and went back to dancing. I
was about to leave early when
DirtyTalker walked in.
DirtyTalker walkes into the club. Amy is tired, weak, and
shaky, spent emotionally and physically.
NARRATOR
I wasn't sure I could handle him,
today of all days, but before I
could hide he saw me. After he got
a drink and some tipping dollars
from the bartender I walked over to
him.
AMY
Well, hello, how are you?
NARRATOR
As usual he wanted to get right to
VIP which represented his
particular sensual fantasy
involving nasty talking and of
course he wanted me to talk dirty
to him.
AMY
I can tell you've been a bad bad
boy lately...I know you've got
those dirty magazines hidden in the
garage. I suppose you sneak in
there at night to masturbate...I
know you're kind.
DIRTYTALKER
Yeah...yeah...yeah...you should
talk, showing your snatch to any
guy with $20 for lap dance,
yep...yep...so see I know you're
kind too.
AMY
I can just see you working your
dick to get it hard enough to
come...we girls don't have that
problem, no erection needed for us
to come.
DIRTYTALKER
I've got a great penis, you really
should see it...
AMY
Really...and who else would you
like to show it to?
DIRTYTALKER
My daughter has a teenage high
school friend...would I ever like
to see it if I could get her wet
and willing to get me off...
NARRATOR
I'm having trouble concentrating on
what he's saying but then out of
the blue he asks me to say his name
and I can't fucking remember. He
gets so excited.
DIRTYTALKER
You're so so hot Amy, what I'd do
to you if we ever get a chance to
be alone...say my name...say you
want me...I know you get off
thinking about bedding me...admit
it...
NARRATOR
I don't see him that often, so his
name doesn't stick with me for some
reason, I asked him to tell me his
name but the prick would not and
instead got offended. At this point
I seriously wanted to punch him in
the face. Instead I pulled in my
fangs and finished the VIP. After a
small tip and an insincere hug he
left...FUCK, I CAN'T REMEMBER
EVERYBODY'S NAME!!!!
INT. AMY'S CLUB -DAY SHIFT
Back into her work routine, Amy is sitting at her usual spot
at the bar on PRESIDENT'S DAY, hoping some regulars will
show up, when a WHALE of a man walks through the club door,
passes on Amy, and has a VIP with QUINESSENTIALBLOND.
NARRATOR
President's Day, the kids are out
of school and so not many of their
parents are walking through the
club doors, but what the fuck, you
never know. Sat around, did a few
dances, but then a man came in I
knew to be a local real estate
tycoon. An extremely large whale of
a man, but as I recall very nice,
someone I used to do regular VIPs
with, but then he stopped seeing me
and I could sense he was depressed,
had stopped grooming, and gained
even more weight. Apparently, money
can't buy happiness because I knew
he was rich as shit. One thing I
knew about him was that he was
always tempting the girls to go
home with him, you know, be his
girlfriend and party with him, let
him be a sugar daddy. Guys will be
guys but despite that he was a
sweetheart--something cuddly and
endearing about him...like a
six-foot 350-pound teddy bear. I
was sitting at the bar when he
finished his VIP and surprisingly
he came over by me.
WHALEMAN
I hear you wrote a book!
AMY
...well...yes I did...
WHALEMAN
So...tell me about it.
NARRATOR
He listened intently about how I
put my memoir together with the
help of my recordings and editor,
then, he began telling me about a
book idea he had, one he was sure
would be made into a movie.
WHALEMAN
So...do you want to go...back
there...
NARRATOR
At first I wasn't sure what he
meant, but we ended up doing two
VIPs, he was pleasant, massaged my
shoulders, we talked some more and
it was all good.
WHALEMAN
Now...the next time I come in I
want to buy your book!
A little later in Amy's club day shift a guy cam in Amy knew
to be a lawyer and JEWISH.
NARRATOR
Not bad so far, a two-TIP day
already, then, another regular came
in, I knew he was a lawyer and
Jewish. He's got the world's worst
stripper-crush on me. Oh my, he'll
look deeply into my eyes,
especially when he's drunk.
LAWYERMAN
Amy...Amy...I love you so so
much...
AMY
I know sweetie...but let's just
enjoy our time together, okay?
NARRATOR
We drink, we talk, and we do two
more VIPs. I rubbed his back a lot.
He rubs me a lot. It was actually
fun today because he didn't get all
serious, instead we were kidding
around. Going over our personal
shit, we tried to laugh everything
off and that helped. He likes to
tell jokes, but you have to listen
closely or you'll miss his subtle
insider punch line. The other girls
just don't get him, but me, it's
part of the service I offer him. He
loves it what I act like a ditzy
blond--he'll tell a joke and he
loves it what I look at him
cross-eyed like I didn't get it
when of course I actually do. With
that he'll look at me, wrinkle up
his nose and big Eskimo-kiss me.
Unfortunately, he has so many
health problems and I'm afraid he's
not going to make it too much
longer. These men who come into the
club often become very dear to me.
Can't say whether that's right or
wrong, but you spend time with
people, you get to know them, and
you end up caring about each other.
INT. AMY'S HOME - MORNING
It's morning, Amy's planning to work at the club when she
gets a CALL.
NARRATOR
Damned cancer...I got a call mid
morning from FuzzyWuzzy. He was
coming in to see me. I always look
forward to seeing him, he's so
sweet...he's just FuzzyWuzzy. He
walked through the door and we had
lunch. With more time on his
schedule we had a chance to talk
more. He heard my sad stories and I
heard his. A little like
DirtyTalker he likes to tell
off-color jokes. They offend some
of the girls but I find them
amusing.
FUZZYWUZZY
I thought the vasectomy I had on
the sly would keep my wife from
getting pregnant, apparently all it
really does is change the color of
the baby.
NARRATOR
So...there's a lot to unpack in a
joke like that, but I've been
around the block a few times and
theme of the joke, who's going to
control contraception, ended up
being something I could laugh at,
despite the racial issue involved.
Or how about this one.
FUZZYWUZZY
So, a guy takes his wife to the
State Fair where they visit the
bulls. Walking up to the first bull
there's a sign that reads, THIS
BULL MATED 50 TIMES LAST YEAR. The
wife turns to her husband and says,
'He mated 50 times in a year...you
could learn something from him.'
They proceed to the next bull and
learn he'd mated 65 times in the
past year. Again his wife suggest
he could learn from that bull as
well. Moving on the the last bull
they learn he mated 365 times
during the year. The wife's mouth
drops open and she says, 'WOW,365
times, that's ONCE A DAY! You
really could learn from this one.'
The man turns to his wife and
replied, "Now, go up to the owner
and ask if he mated 365 times with
the same cow!'
We do a VIP and afterward he wanted to talk.
FUZZYWUZZY
I've had a recent cancer
diagnosis...but they're still
figuring out what to do about it.
NARRATOR
Fucking cancer, man, that's another
one I have to worry about. I'm
beginning to feel like my regulars
might just all die off before I'm
ready to retire from club
life--what the hell...FUCK! It
makes me so sad but when I'm with
them I go out of my way to show
them a good time and by that I
simply mean I let them know in no
uncertain terms that I care. Walked
FuzzyWuzzy to the door, he gave me
a big, long goodbye hug.
FUZZYWUZZY
So...I'll see you when I see you...
NARRATOR
His life was so much more
complicated now, his wife retired
and was home a lot, he was sick and
doctoring, so I knew I couldn't
count on him coming in on a regular
basis anymore. As he walked out
into the hallway it was sunny and
the thought of possibly not seeing
him again got to me and I just
needed another hug...caught up to
him in the parking lot, my arms
outstretched, and squeezed and
squeezed and squeezed.
INT. AMY'S CLUB - NEW DAY
Amy is sitting at the bar getting her day organized when
VALENTINEMAN comes in.
NARRATOR
ValentineMan showed up today and
was I ever glad to see him as my
work day had been dragging on. He's
usually good for two VIPs, tips
well, and couldn't be sweeter.
Before continuing, Amy looks around the club at some of the
other girls working their club customers.
NARRATOR
The smart dancers, the ones who
bank, need the mindset of an
emergency room intake nurse. We
have to triage our waiting patients
by using clues to figure out who
can make us the most money. In my
current case, though, why would I
spend time with anyone else when my
ValentineMan was in the house?
INT. AMY'S CLUB - NEW DAY
Back at Amy's club, but on a Friday, usually a slow day for
her, but not today.
NARRATOR
It was a Friday and LatteGirl was
in the house, normally she only
works Tuesdays. These days I'm
closer to her than any of the other
girls, but that doesn't mean I see
much of her on Tuesdays as she
typically has a standing
appointment with a regular who
takes up most of her day, so I was
looking forward to perhaps playing
with her today while both of us
make good money besides enjoying
each other's company. As I was
chatting with her, ValentineMan
walked through the club doors. I
got right up and headed toward him,
we met half way and I got his
enthusiastic caveman hug that took
me right off my feet after which I
gave him a great-to-see-you smooch
on the cheek.
AMY
Twice in one month...this is
amazing!
NARRATOR
I'd been briefed that he was
bringing someone with him, his
BOSS, who was standing right there.
AMY
Hi, I'm Amy!
NARRATOR
Planning several move ahead...I
really should take up chess, I came
up with a plan to promote what I'd
hoped was coming next.
AMY
I have a present for you.
BOSS
Really...but you just met me!
NARRATOR
I hadn't ever seen him in the club
before, so figuring he was a
newbie, who knows what fantasies he
imagined might be realized in a
gentlemen's club. I grabbed
ValentineMan's hand and we all
walked over to his
present...LatteGirl. To avoid the
crush and commotion of the usually
large Friday club crowd, we picked
up some drinks and headed to the
more restricted VIP lounge area.
The chemistry clicked, the
conversation came easy as did the
laughs. That's usually a good sign
and sure enough ValentineMan walked
over to HouseMom and handed her his
credit card for two VIPs.
VALENTINEMAN
Ready for a good time!
AMY
Sure am...
VALENTINEMAN
Everything's taken care of, you and
I have an hour, then, 30 minutes
for my boss.
NARRATOR
As I suspected, this might have
been a brand new experience for his
boss and so he might have wanted to
test the waters before driving into
the deep end of a long VIP. Both
session went well and afterward we
all hung out for about an hour.
When LatteGirl was on stage,
ValentineMan's boss, now
moonstruck, leaned over to me.
VALENTINEMAN'S BOSS
Thank you so much for giving me
such a nice present. I'm going to
try and come back soon!
NARRATOR
To express their gratitude in a
more material way, we were both
given sizable tips before they
left. So, a good Friday for a
change...Yay for my ValentineMan!
THE END OF SHAVE SLOWLY LIMITED TV SERIES - EPISODE #07
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