[video_boy]

As we descended the steps, past Brian the bouncer, and into the club proper, I was quick to locate Shannon at the bar. She had a strapping young lad in his late twenties sitting next to her at the bar. They both intently watch the young lady dancing in front of them with the occassional comment or light touch of the arm. Angie and I took up a spot directly across from them and ordered a couple of drinks. I could not take my eyes off of Shannon and, admittedly, felt pangs of jealousy as she flirted with the men who surrounded her.

"Is that the other woman?" Angie asked as she nibbled on my earlobe. I nodded as I leaned into the affection being sure that Shannon noticed. "Good, I will be right back."

As Angie strode over to join Shannon and her entourage of men, every man in the house took notice. Her stunning red hair and gold dress seem to sway to the music. She approached Shannon like an old friend, took her by the face and kissed her cheek, subtly whispering something into her ear. Shannon introduced some of the men that surrounded them and they ordered drinks. For the next twenty minutes my attention was divided between the cavorting across the bar and the dazzling young ladies that paraded half nude around the bar and stage areas. The 420 was beginning to peak and I could feel myself becoming one with the party vibe in the bar.

"Hi, gorgeous," announced the blonde awakening me from my trance. "Can my friend and I join you?" A blonde ironically named Shannon and her friend, a distinct Italian named Monica, stood anxiously next to me awaiting my answer. I ushered them to the seats with a sweep of my hand. Shannon and Monica were easy to figure from the beginning. Good time girls who were gold diggers for the day. There game was to find an attractive older gentleman, show his some attention and hope to score some wining and dining, maybe some coke, for the evening. I quickly ordered up a couple of drinks and began to chat them up.

"No way you are here by yourself," Monica questioned trying to assess my situation. I explained that I was here with my "wife" as I pointed to Angie across the bar. I explained that we had a VIP suite upstairs which certainly peaked their curiosity. "What are you on?" blonde Shannon wondered hoping the answer was something to her liking.

"I smoked a little weed, that's all," I explained. "I have more up in my suite if you are interested."

With my invitation, I noticed that Angie and my Shannon were making their way to the steps towards Brian with four men in tow. Angie caught my gaze and gave me the "five minutes" sign with her hands. It was clear from this moment forward that we were partners in crime.

"We'd love too," Monica answered as I began to stall them. This also gave me time to fully assess what I was talking with. Blonde Shannon was rail thin with bruises on her upper arms that suggested that she had been handled in a rough fashion recently. She was perhaps 100 lbs, with a body to match. Monica, however, was a typical Italian. Thick in a sexy way. She had a noticable tattoo on her left breast. When enough time had past and the idle chit chat was brought to a crescendo, I move the ladies towards the stairs, got our approval from Brian and headed towards the suite.