Every Tuesday we'd meet for lunch at Del's, you know the place, that little Coffee shop over on 4th Avenue. We'd always get this same table in the deserted back room; no one would bother us there. The waitresses wouldn't hassle you, because they knew we were good for a nice tip and beside, by the afternoon, we practically had the whole place to ourselves. So we'd wile away a couple of hours smoking, drinking coffee; mostly talking, you know the sort of thing agents talk about -- bookings and venues and clients we once had. That's how it started the day Sid told us his story. We got on the subject about the strangest acts we had ever seen. As you probably know, with these guys, everyone had a story to tell: funny animal acts, bad ventriloquists, amazing contortionists, that sort of thing.
As we go around the table, I notice that Sid seemed to be getting kinda antsy. At that time, Sid had gone into a whole new line -- what he called his "specialty acts." He made very good money supplying girls for strip clubs, parties, and certain private clubs, and for pals of his that did what he called "specialty films." Usually, Sid was a pretty talkative guy, but today I noticed he was kind of quiet, staring at his cup and running his fingers over the rim, as if he was lost in thought. Yet he seemed edgy. Then it was his turn, and he blurted it all out. It was like he couldn't hold it in any more. He had something...something he had wanted to tell us, to tell someone. It ended up that for months now he hadn't told a soul about this one act; one believable act! But now he was growing more and more fidgety, as though suddenly eager to let it all out. Once he started, the guy never stopped. And he held us there, fascinated; no one interrupted. We just sat there sipping coffee, puffing on our cigars, caught up in Sid's tale.
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Sid's Story
"You guys know that in our business, you see just about everything, at one time or another. But let me tell you about an act you wouldn't believe. I'm not sure I believe it myself. It's got to be the weirdest act that ever walked into my office...or anybody's office. I never told you guys about it before. You'd think I was crazy. But what the hell, in my business; who cares what people think?
One day this guy shows up at my office with this drop-dead, gorgeous blonde at his side. This babe's hot: a real beauty with that long and slinky body, small, sexy tits, low-slung hips, and dynamite legs that seem to go on forever. This guy she was with her is a nothing, a nebbish: short and skinny; with glasses, almost bald, not much to look at, just like a million other guys. But this girl,...she's got all the right stuff and it's perfectly packaged: what you might call the classic model type; high cheekbones, wide, pouty lips, and big blue eyes, all framed by silvery blond hair, long and silky that hangs straight down to her shoulders. And she is one long drink of water. In her heels, she towers over the guy who's standing next to her by maybe six inches; and every inch of her is snugly packed into this little black dress, you know the kind, one of those tight dresses with a scooped neckline that gives you an eyeful of her loose tits; and is so short that it barely covers her crotch. I'm already getting a hardon, the minute they walk in the door, so I get behind my desk and sit down real quick. The guy introduces the tall blonde as Alissia; his name is Nathan.
The two of them sit down across from me, and I notice he gives her a look and kind of nods, she pushes back her chair to give me a good look, hikes up her skirt and crosses those dynamite legs of hers. She's got on silky black nylons, real stockings, not pantyhose. I can tell they're thigh-highs, because there's a sliver of white thigh peeking out at me from under that skirt, the way it angles down when she crosses her legs. I can't take my eyes off them, those long legs of hers; that mini dress has ridden up practically into her lap, giving me a lot to look at.
This girl doesn't mind me staring, in fact she doesn't say a word; he does all the talking, and he never shuts up. This beauty just sits there, never looking at me with her short dress left hiked up her legs, while all the while this guy, Nathan prattles on. But here's the thing. Any other woman, sitting down in one of those tight mini-dresses, would go right for the hem, pulling the skirt down to cover herself, but this girl, she squirms a little in her seat, maybe she's embarrassed by the display; but she doesn't make a move to straighten things out. She just sits there, letting me get my fill of those beautiful legs of hers.
That's weird enough, but here's the really weird part. And this, you won't believe. This guy's got a story, and it's some story, let me tell you! He tells me how this pretty girl is crazy about him, will do anything for him, anything he wants! 'Isn't that right?' he asks her. She doesn't look at him, sits looking down at the floor, but I see her blond head give a little nod. Now he's gonna show me his little secret. He opens this briefcase he's got with him, and takes out a cell phone and puts it on my desk. Then he takes out a small plastic egg, smooth and cream-colored and shiny, holds it up between two fingers to show me. He puts it on my desk; urges me to take a good look at it. It isn't easy to tear my eyes away from that a slowly swinging leg, long enough to pick the egg up and give it a good look.
It's cream-colored, a little smaller than an ordinary egg, and not as hard and smooth. It's porous, he tells me, and there's some kind of secret formula inside. I know that sounds nuts, but wait, here's the kicker. He calls it his 'joy toy'. Women love it. In fact, they go crazy over it! Once they've used it, it's like a drug; they get practically addicted to it, he tells me. All a girl has to do is shove it up her snatch, like a tampon, or some weird dildo, and when it's activated she gets a sudden rush of the most fantastic pleasure coursing up through her body. He wants me to believe he can turn a girl on... keep at it till he gives her an orgasm, simply by holding down a button. I look at the girl beside him, who's sitting with her head bowed, and I can tell that under that pretty blond hair, she's turning three shades of red.
