Trek Down OC To Mr. J's
December 28, 1995
9:50pm

Still high off the ASSC meeting, I drove down to Mr. J's in OC to meet up with Summer, who has been posting to ASSC from TBackLady's account. It's been 2 or 3 years since my last visit so got a little lost, but eventually made it. I notice 2 limos parked outside as I drive into the parking lot. I self park and walk to the building. As I approach the entrance, I see a Goodfella type customer walking out with his bodyguards and a dancer. She tells the valet to fill her tank and leave the car on the lot for her.

Not like the usual type of sleazy clubs I go to. I stand at the lobby area waiting to pay, then realized that there is no cover. I walk into the stage area and it is packed with about 80 people. Although the building is large, the stage area room is relatively small. The music was blasting and the smoke was making me take small breaths.

The last time I was here, there were only about 6 dancers. I can see by scanning the room that it's not going to be easy finding Summer in here, even though it was hot like summer. I sit near the stage hoping she'll dance in a while. Most of the dancers were gorgeous but my waitress beat their pants off. After getting my drink, I gave up and walked over to the DJ booth.

"Is Summer going up soon?" "She just got off. There's 28 dancers." Oh. oh. This is like Fritz, she may never go on stage again. I decided to walk around a little and check out the club. Basically, the setup has not changed. However, the dancers were better looking (and more of them) and there were more customers and some big spenders. The DJ was working his butt off because he has to control the color and position of the lights. They were IntelliBeam(tm) that changes colors and flashes and it's pre-programmed for certain positions and activities. Less than at Industrial Strip but more than fancy enough for any strip club goer.

Finally had to return to the DJ and had him find Summer for me. She was lapping right behind me. Of course. I watched her dances discreetly and became... intrigued. Once she was finished, I pounced on her before another customer grabbed her. She is your typical California girl (not a put down). Blond, tall, tanned, sexy, and smelled good too. What more do I need to say?

Fast forward past the introductions and small talk. We sat down at a table to chat and get to know each other a little. Her friend Cheyenne came over and sat with us. Cheyenne told us that she's getting a used computer and wants a modem so she can go posting on ASSC. I gladly volunteered for the job. Summer told me some war stories about Tropical Lei, photo sessions, modeling, Playboy videos, and said she sometimes works at Jet, Ecstasy and TJ's. A smile came over my face as I computed the nasty factor average of her club list.

Fast forward to me getting some laps, finally. As we walk to the lap area, she tells the bouncer, "Just let me do my thing for him." I see, the dancer tells the bouncer what to do here. Nice setup. YMMV but mine was just fine. I don't know if she was being nice to me because she knew I was going to post a review or if that's the way she normally is. I don't care. I got mine.

Being the sick puppy I am, that wasn't enough for me. I asked Summer to give dances for Cheyenne. Best decision of the night. Details have to be ommited, but let's just say that the guy getting laps next to us was watching Summer and Cheyenne, not his dancer. Enough said.

As I was preparing to leave for the night, she tells me that she and C. C. Overdrive will be at CES in Las Vegas in January. There is a God.

My car actually floated home that night. Saves on gas.

LA ASSC Meet And Greet
December 28, 1995
1:20pm

Left the house a little late but I'm sure nobody is going to care. As I drive to Bob's, I miss my off ramp and end up having to go south on Sepulveda. As I look up, there are 2 big billboards for Bob's on Sepulveda, but when I get to Raymer, there is a huge billboard for Industrial Strip. Let the war begin.

As I drive on Raymer, I realize I've never been to Bob's during the day. All the industrial shops are open and people are working away. I park on the street and enter the warehouse like building. I show them their Web page print out and he gives a $1 off the $5 cover. Hey, isn't 1/3 off $5 supposed to be $1.67? But who's counting. He probably has no change.

Once inside, I realize that with about 20 customers, I'm not going to be able to tell who is who very easily. I sit down and order a drink as I stare at all the customers. Could that be Saxbeat? Is that RJ? The man sitting next to me looks at me funny and walks away. I guess that wasn't him.

This just isn't working. I go to the DJ and ask him to ask Saxbeat to come to the DJ booth. As he is doing so, the bouncer tells me, "I think that's him at the bar." Sure enough, as the announcement goes out, one of the two men at the bar starts to walk to the DJ booth. "Saxbeat! I'm Z Bone." And thus the festivities start.

The other man is Roger (an admitted lurker), who I find out later to be very club active. As we talk, another lurker, Richard joins us. He's a very animated and articulate guy and I wish he would start posting. Later, we are joined by none other than RJ. He looks exactly as I pictured him. Just like my college professor, but better kept. No need to explain what he's like here... he RJ. We move to one of the horseshoe like tables and order drinks. Richard is nice enough to get us some food too. We have so much to talk about but the music is pretty loud.

The Sayla, Kristen, ALS war. Old LA clubs. Here is where I realized how much knowledge and information this group has. Don't forget SF ASSC and ALS's button that we didn't get yet. "I wanted to wear it today." was the echo. Just about this time, Pieter walks over and introduces himself. Friendly and funny describes this man. He really knows the old joints. He started to talk about clubs I've never heard of.

Sometime between Roger getting a table dance and me sitting on the stage, Larry who is both a lurker and employee of Bob's arrived and gave us all drinks on the house. Saxbeat, RJ and Larry started talking shop so Pieter and I liked Rusty and asked her to dance for us right at the table. Larry told her it was OK for her to take her top off. That sounded fine with me. Rusty was a professional dancer (she told us) so she's got the legs and shoulders to prove it. Very nice. She asked me if I was a lawyer. My reply: No I'm not a lawyer, I'm a voyeur.

Eventually, I saw Leanna dance on stage. I've known her before she started dancing. She said "Hi" but didn't want to talk to us too long. No problem, because Justice (see her under Bob's review) danced and of course, I asked her to come to our table as well. She started to do some nice dancing but we eventually had to let her go. Saxbeat tried to apologize to her about an old post of her, so I just told her to slap him upside the head. She was too nice to do that.

It was time for Saxbeat to leave but Larry wanted to show us the back. He told us that something new is going to open around March 1996. The back area was originally going to be for male dancers but I guess they changed their minds. I can only hope it will be just like the MB in SF.

When Saxbeat and I came back out, everyone had already left. I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye to everyone. Hope to see you all at the next meeting.

Jet Strip Dance Contest
December 27, 1995
10:25pm

I arrive late for the Wednesday contest. The parking lot is full so I find a parking space on the street not too far from the club. Being the 'hood that it is, I put my Club on and turn on my alarm on top of it. As I enter, Tristan's friend (I'll call her Miss T) is talking to the DJ behind the girl taking the money at the door. She sees me and says "Hi" and I wave back. I wait a minute for her to finish talking to the DJ, then she comes over and we walk towards the bar are to sit down.

Tristan (see Dancer of the month for November 1995) has entered the contest, which has already started. Dancer #3 is already on the stage. Miss T tells me there are 6 contestants. I assume Tristan is dancing last because she and I know, the last dancer has the best chance of winning. As we sit down, I notice that the Jet has decorated the place for Christmas and a tree is on the stage.

As dancer # 4 goes on stage, I notice that they now have "Ring Cards" with the dancer's number on them and a house dancer comes out and walks around the stage. The next dancer is Crystal from Bare, who I know from Extasy in Northridge. She used to do adult movies and danced as Avalon but the Jet already has one. She's looking pretty good.

As Miss T and I talk about her selling her house and moving, I see a dancer bend over the bar and her back is just fine. Then she turns around and who would it be but Tristan. She smiles and comes over for a hug. She gives Miss T her table dance money, says a few words and off to hustle she goes.

We wait a while and as she comes on stage, Miss T tells me Tristan has a new costume. "No more Catholic school girl?", I ask. Before I hear her answer, Tristan walks out from behind the curtain in a leather jacket and leather g-string outfit, as "Bad To The Bone" plays loudly. She's got her act down pat. I assume she's going to win and continue talking to Miss T.

She was the last dancer, so the judging starts. Miss T says, "It's between Tristan and #5." To my surprise, dancer #5 gets quite an applause from the audience. All the other dancers are dismissed and the 2 dancers are re-judged. The final tally comes back as a tie for first place.

When Tristan get's off stage, she eventually comes over to us and expectedly says, "I had to split the money with her. I can't believe it." Oh, well. Life's rough ain't it. I think she's getting too used to winning. It's getting to her head.

When they are ready to leave, I jokingly say, "I'm staying for some laps." "No you're not." comes the reply. Hey, I was just kidding. Sort of.

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Z Bone's Diary -- 1995, 1996