Luring Disco Dollies ...
Instead of defending myself against Andy's snowball, I spent the afternoon with Bambi and Arnold. They were all about putting out a porn site and could I set 'em up? I tried to explain that my blog's not like that, but...
"Vat otter kind of site iss dere?"
I saw his point. So Bambi got out her best leather an' vinyl and we went to work. Arnold lit up a fat cigar and leaned back in the director's chair, his gold chains jingling as he moved. Stage lights dazzled the set as a cool and sinewy Bambi stepped onto the hot black marble, draped only in a towel. As the room became smoke filled and contrasty, we chit-chatted through out the intense, non-stop camera action:
"Baby, you're lookin' good. Lean forward, into the camera..."
"So fine, Gorgeous. Spread 'em just a little more so we can see ..."
"Come around this Sweetheart, struggle against the straps..."
You know, like that. And like this:
Here's more feet, and they're all for sale!
