You know the new place that everyone was wondering about during about a year of construction? Maybe you remember Bill's story about the Broadway strip joints. Well, it seems Bill has a little problem now. But there was more to Bill's problem. I actually went back a couple of times to some of the strip joints.
I know some of the girls now pretty well. Good god, getting off on young sexy girls. Now I'm not saying I'm doing anything with them but I enjoy their company and they seem to enjoy mine. Bill took a sip of his martini and stared at his own image in the mirror in back of the bar. He looked like he didn't like the unsmiling guy he saw. He looked like he was staring at the devil. The bartender came by and I ordered a second scotch, something I don't usually do.
It's a long walk to North Beach for a drink; this place could come in handy. Bill had quit seeing the devil and was now looking at me. But when I guess I am often wrong, you know. So I like to find out for myself. I started finding things out last Monday. Bill paused, staring into his martini glass as though scrutinizing the stuffed olive for some some hidden meaning, then told me this:.
Red lights, red curtains, statue of some kind of goddess in the window? Well, about on Monday I walked down there. I was intending to get a drink before going in. But strange to say, all the bars seemed to have closed early. Maybe because it was President's Day. So I just decided I would go in 'unfortified.
But this sex business has gotten to me. I push the buzzer, and a large woman soon opens the door. She has a little black eye shadow but is not heavily made up. I ask for a receipt. She goes to a little adjoining room, gets a receipt book, and tears about ten receipts out of the book and hands them to me. Does she think that ten trips to a massage parlor is going to fly with anyone's accounting department? I don't ask. There is sauna, there is a shower, there is my room, number 5. We are now standing by number 5.
