Earl or not, or ASSCon Tampa (long) 
Author: AgentQ
Email: AgentQ@worldnet.nospam.att.net
Date: 1998/09/08

Been back a few days and have been meaning to post a report of some
kind.  squid said his machine was down and thought I'd wait a few days
and also let sixty jet back home.  Saw squids post and I have no
disagreements with it and in fact, I'll take this moment to thank him
for his discretion.  He knows, as well as, sixty.  Thanks guys.  baddog
kind've knows.  Get to this later.

This ASSCon started off when I got to contacted by sixty about Mons &
Tampa.  He was coming into central Florida & it gave me an excuse to
cross the peninsula (I live on what is known as the Treasure Coast &
work in South Florida) & go to Mons.  So, we decided to make it a bit of
a gathering.

Anyway, I was working down in Miami most of the days prior to the ASSCon
and this required a long drive to go from Miami to Tampa.  I had been
working so much that I didn't realize that there was a Tropical Storm
named Earl developing into Hurricane.  I finally caught the news the day
before and was dumb founded that it was moving slow and had landed in
the panhandle.  The feeder bands were sweeping over the entire state and
I dreaded the drive.  Could've been hit or miss or tropical showers.  I
was concerned but since I got myself into this I was going through with
it and by the way I'm a hearty soul and I could take it if I was a
careful driver.

I awoke the day of the ASSCon and spent a lazy morning packing the car.
Wasn't sure if I wanted to drive up a feeder band all the way up or just
across one.  I left as planned about 11am and headed north to I-95.
Grabbed a couple of items on the way and lunch in Ft. Lauderdale with a
friend.  The day before when a friend mentioned the pictures I had the
could create a hostile work, I mentioned I was going to Tampa and he
scolded me for not telling him.  He had to work, I didn't, so I might
not have been the best for him but I know it would've been an
interesting time nonetheless with him.  My friend in Ft. Lauderdale said
that if he didn't have a girlfriend he would come along.  I just nodded
and said he'd miss a good time.  He said he knew what he was missing. An
hour later I was headed north again and decided to not tempt fate and go
the usual way and hope to just drive across a feeder band.  Stopped off
near where I live in Palm Beach County for gas, cash and snacks. Hit the
road again and on to the Florida Turnpike.  Stopped off at the rest
areas to stretch me legs.  I got off at this exit called Yeehaw
Junction, yes, I said Yeehaw Junction.  Well, it was an two hour west
bound trip from there and generally the most harrowing for about 30
miles at the start.  Made good time and it was about 5:30pm when I
rolled into the outskirts of Tampa's suburbs.  I made good time through
late rush hour traffic to the hotel just down the road from Mons and
plopped myself down on the bed after taking a quick shower for a rest.
I expected that it would be along night.

Guess I know how to be fashionably late or it's just that I've lived in
Miami way too long or I was running on latin time but I was less than
diligent in getting to the restaurant, Tia's.  It was down and across
the street from Mons and the hotel.  I left the hotel room with my
leather jacket on and realized that this might be a bad idea but I said
I was going to wear it.  I stood out, it was in the 90s that day, and
made me more  recognizable.  I made it into the restaurant just after
the time set and scanned the room.  At the bar I saw these two guys and
made my way over.  Now you have to understand this is Florida and being
Asian isn't common so they both waved me over.

One was in lapping attire so I guessed it was my fellow ASSCer's.  The
one in proper lapping attire was sixty with his ASSCon1 button was just
like he described himself, the other was squid.  The introductions
ensued and I showed them why I wore the jacket, you'll have to see it to
understand.  We chatted for a spell about ASSC, clubs, dancers and
lapping.  Knowing that other ASSCer's contacted us that they'd show we
waited but finally grabbed a table and ordered while keeping an eye for
any ASSCer's who would show.  sixty was in eager anticipation to return
to Mons while squid seemed skeptical about Mons and its reputation.

After the food we all practiced good hygiene as directed to in the ASSC
manual as well as breath mints due to the cuisine and headed to the cars
and onto Mons.  Okay it was just a mere five or six blocks but, hey.  We
met up at the door and paid our door fee.  The humid sub-tropical
Florida air gave way to the cool air of Mons Venus as we walked in.  It
had just been a month or so for me but squid had never been to Mons
before and a while for sixty, so I kept an eye on them.  They both took
in the club as we moved to the side where I usually hang out.  squid did
ask about getting a table and I said you kind of just hang out because
there are no real tables.  We stood around as I watched the dancers came
up and ask for dances.  For your first time, Mons is like being a kid in
a candy store.  squid mumbled something and was that proverbial kid. 
sixty was intently scanning the club searching for something special I
surmised.  I just waited.

I guess I've learned to be a bit more discerning when at a stripclub. 
IRL I've always been much more discerning than most of my friends,
probably why I don't have a girlfriend.  I guess this is as good a time
as any for a little exposition.  The reason for my recent trips to Tampa
and Mons has been this dancer.  I have become infatuated with her.  I
guess you could say that she has become my ATF.  I'd like to say that
she has become my ATF because other than the obvious reasons but every
ASSCer is different and has different criteria for their ATF.  I find
her a delight and her history adds to this.  This is why I thank sixty,
squid and baddog for their discretion.  She has asked me not to
broadcast who she is so I'll just call her my ATF.

Anyway, I waited for my ATF patiently as I scanned the room myself for
eye candy and to point out to squid and sixty any of the dancers who I
thought were good.  I mentioned a few but did not see them.  Somewhere
along the line sixty disappeared and squid went up to the stage.  I just
stood about.  From behind me on occasion a dancer would touch me and say
not the proverbial, "wannadance" or "doyouwanttaplaywithme" but "I
love/like your jacket" or "your jackets cool" and this made me feel
good, that's why I wear it.  I'd respond with a thank you and mention
where it was from and try to make them guess.  No one that night seemed
to get it but I wasn't expecting anyone to.

I think the three of us were hanging out and one dancer approached squid
and introduced herself.  sixty laughed or was it a gaufah.  I inquired
and he thought she said she was shaved but it was Shay as squid
mentioned.  I believed either squid or sixty did confirm that she was
shaved later on in the evening.  She spent time with both of them and
Temptation overcame both of them as well.  I just waited being the
patient man that I am.

I finally saw my ATF come out and greet a customer.  She took him off to
the otherside of the club and danced with him.  I just kept vigil and
eventually went to wash up and caught her eye as she danced and gave her
a wave.  She nodded to me and I went back to my fellow ASSCer's. 
Eventually, my ATF came over to my side and I introduced her to sixty
and squid.  They both later told me that they understood why she has
become my ATF.  We chatted a while.  She said it has been slow, it's the
off season.  I said if she needed to work, it was okay.  She knew I was
there to spend money on her and she just had to come back.  She went off
to work and I just hung about.

Eventually someone looked at me and said, "That's a leather jacket."

"Yup," I said.

"You must be AgentQ."

"Yup."

"I'm baddog," he introduced himself.

I introduced him to sixty and squid and we chatted about clubs here and
there.  Mentioned he had been spending time at Ybor Strip and told him I
wanted to visit.  Told me about it and we talked about clubs in my neck
of the woods and showed him my jacket.  I introduced him my ATF and he
gave me a grin.  I believe I later explained the story about her and he
grinned some more.

Throughout the evening sixty would disappear periodically in the arms of
a dancer to either side of the club.  squid and baddog as well but I'd
have to go out on search missions to find our ASSCer who was MIA.  He'd
come back somewhat relaxed and I'd offer any of them my seat if they
could sit.  I enjoyed myself as my fellow ASsCer's enjoyed themselves,
kind of a pleasure leech myself.

Time to time a dancer would come up and ask me for a dance but I'd tell
them I was waiting for someone.  They'd as who and I'd say my ATF.  Some
would know her, some wouldn't.  One said she was really good friends
with her and I must say she had a great outfit on and had great hair.

My ATF and I wandered to the couches for my first session of laps part
of the way through the evening and I got the bright idea we should all
lap in a row.  Sort of worked out with baddog but the others had left by
then.  I told them that when I go off to lap, I'd be a while.  I was. 
Through out the night I informed my ATF that I though it would be good
for her to come to Ft. Lauderdale for an event.  It might be a good move
for her career  or at best, it would provide her with more info for her
career.  I left it at that knowing it was her decision.  I could be a PL
but knew to keep my distance.  Told her I had printed out some info for
her and I'd get it later for her.

By the grins on the faces of sixty and squid, I knew they enjoyed
themselves but had to ask.  They heartily endorsed the evenings
entertainment.  I tried to restrain squid on raiding the ATM but
Temptation was just too much.  Don't say I didn't try, squid.  For most
of the evening sixty was about enjoying himself so I think he has his
story to tell but he'd show up and then go MIA for a while.  Both of
them left early to drive back to O-town & their real lives.  baddog and
I hung out for a few more hours and I took a very long lapping session
with my ATF.  baddog and a dancer eventually lapped next to me and my
ATF during this session.  He has some stories to tell as well, but that
is up to him.

Eventually both baddog and I knew we had to drag ourselves out of Mons
and end the evening.  I told my ATF I'd get the info from the hotel and
return after a long pause when the lap session ended.  I wandered down
to the hotel, got the info and returned.  Looked for her and baddog. 
baddog said he was heading out but seemed to have misplaced his keys,
hope he found it.  As I found her, we went out into the humid night air
and I gave her the info.  Told her what it was and I gave her a gift she
could use.  She gave me a peck on the cheek and we said our good byes. 
Told her to consider the info and that I would be back in October (guess
I'll see you then squid).  I wandered back down the street to my hotel
and plopped down on the bed and eventually got some sleep thinking about
my ATF and a few other dancers.

Anyway, I've went on too long so I'll end it with this, think I got a
lap burn.

Agent