Saturday, September 3, 2016

Hard Or Soft, I'm Squeezing His Bulge!

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Originally posted on February 10, 2009 - Wednesday      
  
Current mood:  triumphant
Category: Parties and Nightlife


Saturday night was positively exuberant on so many different levels. I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that our favorite nightspot is attached to a hotel. Instead of using the designated club restrooms, we go to the restrooms in another part of the hotel. That night, there was a party going on in one of the banquet rooms (next to our preferred restroom). Man oh man, there was some serious chocolate cutie patootie eye candy at that banquet party too. After sis came back to tell me of them (while I waited at our table), I went back out there with her to exercise my flirt muscles with full force. I hadn’t had an opportunity to fully flirt before that cause it was more of a ‘girl’s night out’ which suited me just fine. We talked to some of the guys for a while, then I got kinda bored. As you know, cute doesn’t always equal interesting and I’ll take interesting over cute any day of the week. So, we went ahead to the restroom (which I really needed to do anyway) and went back into the club. When we got back, our girl Pam’s eyes were as wide as saucers and she had all of our purses on each arm. I could tell, she was seriously concerned about something. I ask her what’s wrong and she points to a guy standing at the bar with his back to us and to the huge bulge in the back of his shirt (waist level). It was a clear outline of a gun and holster. This place doesn’t have metal detectors or anything, so anyone could really walk in with a gun and no one would be the wiser until it was too late. The guy was handsome but he also appeared to be peering through the crowd nervously, which made us even more nervous. We’re thinking he’s there to shoot an estranged wife or girlfriend and anyone else that happened to be in the line of fire. We’re getting ready to get the hell outta Dodge! I told my girls that I was pretty sure I could pass by him and touch the bulge to see if was hard or soft (that sounds positively pornographic-I know). Sis screams, “You’d better stay put! I’m going to get security and the manager.” and she does just that. I’m sitting there with my girl Pam, trying to convince her that I knew I could squeeze the back of his shirt without him even knowing. We discuss that even though the outline was the perfect shape for a holstered gun, it could possibly be a hat. We ping-pong back and forth, is it a hat or is it a gun? Visually, an excellent argument could be made either way. For everyone’s safety, we need to know and I know in my heart I could find out. I feel that if he catches me squeezing his bulge (don’t laugh), he wouldn’t have enough time to get the gun out and shoot us all before most of us could safely get out of the line of fire. I want to be the fearless heroine! I repeat to her, “I know I can do this Pam. I’m going to do it Pam.” She asks me not to but I’m feeling powerful, capable and ready to fulfill my mission. I never let on but as I look at him, I’m visualizing he and I struggling to gain control of the gun. I don’t see myself as the victor of the power struggle but I’m sure I can save many lives with my brave sacrifice. About that time, I can see sis coming with the manager and a few others, so I seize my opportunity. Pam looks absolutely terrified as I stand up and walk towards him, her arms still loaded with all of our belongings. I’m thinking, if he catches me, I could also switch gears from secret agent to flirt machine to play it off. A little schmoozing is as easy as pie for me. I’m certain I can smoothly transition from ‘Warrior Princess’ to ‘Believable Bullshiter’ with the greatest of ease.  Going that route might be safer than a physical struggle but I’m prepared either way. I’m scared but I’m also determined. Sis and the manager are dangerously close now. I take a huge gulp and walk towards the guy (still trying to order from the bar). I brush by him lightly, grabbing a huge chunk of the back of his shirt but he never turns around. Alas, our suspicions are confirmed….it was a damned hat! Sis and the manager are just one step away from me and the unsuspecting bar patron. I put both my hands up to stop them and quickly tell them, “It’s a hat. It’s a hat.” A sense of calm washes over our group. For me, it was calm and triumph. I’d fulfilled the dangerous mission set before me, which turned out to be not so dangerous after all (a minor and insignificant detail to me). I felt so good about how slyly I’d managed to violate his person, I did it a couple of more times using the excuse that I was just ‘confirming’ it was a hat. For the rest of the night, we cried laughing every time we saw him.  He’d be macking and doing his thing, oblivious to how dangerously close he was to being in a demeaning choke-hold for doing nothing more than committing the fashion faux pas of carrying his hat in his waste band. We’re regulars at that spot and I was reasonably sure I hadn’t seen him there before. Can you imagine your first night at a club and four men grab you, throw you in a choke-hold and confine you until the police handcuff you while you were innocently ordering a drink? I don’t want to be insensitive but that thought was unbelievably hilarious to us. We laughed so hard that we had tears streaming down our faces. It was also a very enlightening experience. Even though things could’ve ended up going horribly wrong that night, I thought it was very wise for Pam to be that aware of her surroundings. She wasn’t just out to save herself, she let her crew know of the possibility of impending danger. She’s a true friend indeed. Like her, we should all always be that ready for the unexpected. That night was enlightening for me for other reasons too. In addition to my colorful and creative possible career changes as a dominatrix or covert secret operative (or both), I also learned that I would probably make a pretty decent pick-pocket too. I think it’s good to have expertise on both sides of the law, just in case. Man y’all, my future’s so bright I have to wear shades! 

Thanks Pam, you’ve broadened my horizons even more than I could have ever thought possible. Love, your BFF Chauny. ♥






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