I see her and her ass is hanging out. Two succulent pink moons held in place by a strip of green Spandex. I can see her thong beneath the handkerchief of a black leather skirt she's wearing. She is walking up the stairs at First Avenue nightclub and I am pulled by the rushing blood of my cock in her wake. At the top of the stairs, she takes a right turn -- the bathroom? -- I speed up to get my last look and ... she's vanished. I am at sea in a crowd of strangers and persistent spotlights. I have to find her....
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