Friday night and it was the freaky girls night out.
Didn't even get out into the night until after midnight.
3 women walking the streets of San Francisco.
Looking for prey.
-- we finally ended up at Asiasf around 1 -- at least it was open
until 3, we closed it down, the vibe was delightfully thick and we got our prickteasing on.

the girls were definitely looking to take someone home,
for all of us, there was really no available talent. .
"call a friend, DJ, come on, don't you know anyone who would be down for the three of us?"

and I thought to myself, damn, who would I call in a situation like
this, at 3 a.m., who would be down? Who could I call and offer the experience of a lifetime?
Who would take me seriously, and say, "I'll be right there."
Then meet me downstairs, where I would lead down a hall, to an elevator,
down another hall, through to a door where I would knock.

2 freaky asian kitties in heat awaiting on the other side. . .

Supine on a bed. Looking at you.
And I wouldn't make introductions.
And there would be no exchange of names or pleasantries.
Could you hang?
Could you bring it?
Be the man in the situation?