On the Prowl

Dear Penthouse Forum: I walk into a smoky, dimly lit room, and all around me are women. To my left, to my right, above, and below. I am dizzy with the sweet scent of parfum de la femme. Some of these heavenly creatures are petite and small-boned, like graceful, little...

By WENDY DOSCHER SMITH

June 22, 2006

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Dear Penthouse Forum: I walk into a smoky, dimly lit room, and all around me are women. To my left, to my right, above, and below. I am dizzy with the sweet scent of parfum de la femme. Some of these heavenly creatures are petite and small-boned, like graceful, little hungry birdlings waiting to be fed -- their mouths opened just so, begging for Le Big Worm. Others are full-figured beauties with waves of jet-black hair so thick I could sail my catamaran on their crests into the sunset and beyond. Way beyond. They are all dressed in black -- some leather, some lace, some vinyl. The sinful material hugs their luscious curves, sticking, clinging to their hips and heaving, powdered breasts. They are all masked creatures. Night stalkers. Naughty fallen angels who need taming. I feel my old companion, loneliness -- the only constant that torments me and refuses to vacate my soul -- wash away like a spongy piece of seaweed being carried out to sea.

Although we cannot promise all of this, the Herotica masquerade ball at Score is teased as being “an evening that EVERY woman would find sensual to all HER senses.” Wear black and a mask; this dress code will be enforced, but we know not how. Our guess: “Drop ´em!” Sting! “Oh, Mommy!” All of this plus DJ Val Scinto, DJ Dezrock, and Herotica dancers. Admission is $12 before the witching hour (midnight), $15 after. Call 305-535-1111, or visit www.icandeeproductions.com.
Sat., June 24

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