It was five minutes to nine. Out in the distance I perceived the sound of an engine. I still wasn't quite ready to leave, besides, the mickey of Southern Comfort I had drunk fifteen minutes earlier had started to affect my coordination. Now I could hear the horn of Alex' car. All in one movement, I closed the radio and crossed to the other side of the room to grab my coat and purse. In doing this, I tripped over my cat and fell flat on my face. As I rushed to the door, I realized I had forgotten to put my shoes on. Alex was really blowing his horn now. I could just hear Frank complaining to them "Why did we have to bring HER along with us again, it'll be harder to pick-up chicks." I made it to the car, and barely had time to slam the door before Alex sped off into the night.

"Hi guys!" I said, as I tried to sit properly through Alex' driving. "Great night, isn't it?"

Frank replied in his usual tone. "It would be better if you weren't there."

"Dry up Frank." we all replied to his wise crack.

"So where are we going guys?" I ventured to ask.

Mike suggested the Annex, but the rest of us pointed out that we went there too often. I told them that I'd heard that there was a good band playing at the Mustache, while Frank kept insisting we go to a strip joint.

"Talking about joints" added Mike, "Is the rolling wonder up to her old tricks?"

"Sure", I answered, taking from him a neatly folded piece of aluminum foil. I was expecting a remark from Frank, which came soon enough.

"So Julie, what kind of papers is it going to be this time? Rainbow? Strawberry? Leopard skin?"

"No, nude women." I added, just to annoy him.

After circling the block on which the Mustache was located a few hundred times, we found a parking spot. We entered the bar ands each ordered 6 Export's, before the show started. As we began drinking out beers, I noticed that the three Casanova's were checking out the place mostly looking at anything female, and exchanging comments. Mike handed me another piece of aluminum foil, trying to start a conversation. I couldn't get too involved in the exchange since my mind kept on wandering off. The band got on stage as the lights went out. The last joint had really gone to my head, so I closed my eyes.

When I re-opened my eyes, I was walking with Frank down a long dimly lit corridor. We saw a door, entered and found ourselves in another corridor though this one was altogether different. Sticking out of the concrete floor were orange stones neatly spaced at regular intervals. The rest of the pavement surrounding the stones was muddy and slippery. We jumped from stone to stone until in front of us appeared a red hazy creature, which seemed to be sliding in the air. This thing started pursuing us with an evil grin, Intel I grabbed on to a red cushion sticking out of the wall, at which point.....

the monster became blue and ran away looking petrified. Frank and I exchanged looks, then we continued searching for an exit. As we turned into another corridor, a huge strawberry appeared in front of us. Looking at it we noticed that the top was hollow and it was filled to the rim with pure unadulterated coke. Frank removed a dollar bill from his pocket and rolled it into a cylinder. Next we took turns snorting the white substance. A purple creature appeared as the strawberry disappeared. Again we ran for our lives. A green monster appeared on the other side. Frank spotted our savoir on the wall and held on to the magic cushion. Again both creatures turned blue to frantically dodge off.

Finally we came to a door. We walked out of the labyrinth to find ourselves in a bizarre type of metro station. We got on board a yellow car. This strange metro circulated in a canal parallel to a highway, on which huge frogs were trying to cross. One frog, after successfully crossing the highway jumped on the top of our car. Frank started to scream. I turned around to see what could be disturbing him. I rapidly realized that the horror was an enormous fly, which soon after got gulped by a frog. Frank was still yelling. "Julie, we have to get out of this place." he pleaded. Finally, the train came to a halt at another station. We got out as faster as our legs could carry us, well me, for I had to hold on to Frank who was in a state of shock. We started walking, only this time we seemed to be in a maze like in a game of dungeons and dragons. We kept on going in and out of odd rooms, which contained even stranger articles. One such room contained a dead dragon near a Persian rug. By this time we were tired of walking, so we sat down on the rug. Frank seemed to have gotten over his shock for he was being his usual asshole self, well, almost he still had his arm around me.

He unexpectedly pushed me down to the ground and got on top of me. With a malicious voice he said "This time Julie you won't have the last word." He began tearing my clothes off. All I could think about was this desire to castrate him. He undressed himself in the same manner. I was stunned by his erection, obsessed actually, since I kept staring at the eight inches. I regretted having thought to castrate him earlier. I was getting very wet and impatient while he was gently caressing my small firm round breasts, emulating all sorts of compliments. Finally, after what had seemed hours, he decided to penetrate me. How good it felt. I was positive that the whole world could hear my screams of ecstasy. He came about half an hour later, but I wanted more so I told him. "For god's sake Julie", he cried, "You've got to be kidding wasn't I hurting you tremendously?" What he got for an answer was a mouth and tongue gently having an affair with his cock. Frank was astounded, but not as much as I was. I mean, I had a real mouthful. Was this guy for real or what? We continued satisfying my never ending sexual desires for a few more hours, trying all sorts of interesting positions, still astonished at how compatible our sex lives could be. He kept repeating "Julie, more, Julie."

"Julie, wake up, Julie!" I opened my eyes to see Alex. "So Julie, how'd you like the band?" he asked knowing damn well that I hadn't seen anything, well that's what he thought. "What band?" I asked slightly confused, while eyeing Frank who was sitting across the table from me. Alex and Mike both looked at each other and asked me what kind of trip I was on. I told them about my little adventure into subconsciousness, while we walked back to the car. Frank pretended to be disgusted, although I hadn't went into any detail. I moved closer to Frank and rubbed his weak spot until I could feel a huge erection. "So Julie, "he said, "Your place or mine?" Alex and Mike looked at each other laughing. Alex slyly remarked that until a couple of minutes ago Frank had wanted nothing to do with me. Frank merely replied that they were jealous. In a way he was right, I mean what did you expect, all engineers are sex starved even us women!

November 3, 1982

Jessica Lovecraft

Lovecraft Productions (c) 1982