"Glad you could make it!" shouted Rusty over the growing crowd of party-goers.  He was of course ecstatic to his lifelong best friends Mick and Anton, Mick being his cousin.  Yep, that's right, Rusty's dad had a brother, George, who had Mick Hammer. 

It was a Friday night and the place was, as some would say, booming.  The great thing about the club was the atmosphere.  The music was all the same type of techno over and over, but a mix of all the styles the young adults there liked.  There was techno for the ravers, with their glow sticks, stovetop hats and goggles.  There was hip-hop and rap for the thugs, pimps, bitches and hoes.  There was metal for the metalheads, punk for the punks and classic rock for the older rockers.  Last but not least there was gothic music, as people that don't know how to classify it, for the goths, call it.

While Brynn and Morgan were throwing their thing down, Mick was engrossed in a serious conversation with Rusty.  To be honest, he was just plain hammered.

            "Look, you have different classifications for women's backsides," he began.  "First, there's an ass.  There's nothing that remarkable about it.  It's just there for them to sit on.  Then, you have girls that don't even have an ass, which is almost as bad as a flat ass.  After that, there's booty.  Now, booties are bouncy, fun, and you want to tap them.  The best one though is a fine piece of ass, which is booty to the next degree.  They are the most delectable, tasty and just plain good."

            "Man you put a lot of thought into that," laughed Rusty while refilling another guys drink.

            "Yeah, almost as much thought as I've put into Brynn," he said as his words almost slurred.

            "Oh yeah," said Brynn almost as drunk as Mick.

"Rusty, I'm ready to go now," said Abby pulling a stool up next to her friend.  She finished with a bat of her eyelashes and "to your place."

"Last call!" screamed Rusty already beginning to put away glasses.  Then he made the sensible choice to direct his attention to his close friends and patrons.  "You two going to make it home okay?"

"Hey," said Brynn wobbling as she pulled herself onto Mick's lap.  "You want to end your little, uh, dry spell?"

"Hell yes!" screamed Mick dragging Brynn out of the club and to his car.  Now Mick was trashed, but he could never be trashed enough to not understand or accept a proposition.

On the other side of the club, Anton was having a bit of luck with a lady himself.  She was voluptuous, auburn haired, and just his type.  She looked like she was the girl from t.A.T.u., the one that didn't sing as much and had more weight to her, only this girl was a little slim.

"So, what do you do?" asked Anton as his opening line.  He knew that if he acted interested in her line of work he could reel her in, only that's what he thought he knew.

"Actually," she said in a very sweet, demure voice, "I'm in the adult film industry.  I have been for years now."

"Huh?" asked Anton in shock, only it wasn't so much as a question as he wanted to make sure this was real and not another wet dream fantasy.

"Yeah, I started in them at sixteen, I'm twenty-two now, as a sort-of a non-speaking, sort-of moaning/grunting thing, where I'd get tied up and I'd struggle.  Then at seventeen, I advanced to being a dominatrix in s and m flicks, which was really cool because I'd get paid like two hundred dollars for ten minutes of yelling and beating up a guy.  After I lost my virginity at college, which I graduated from with honors, I became comfortable enough to star in real pornography so I did that for a little while."

"Oh yeah?" Anton replied in shock again, with each word out of her mouth making him fall in love with her.

"Yeah, and I'm trying to get a position as a director. You see, even in the bondage and s and m flicks, I was given a pseudo control over the guy, because even when I'd be getting to work, somebody would be shouting "Not that one, use the bigger paddle."  So I want to be the one to say, "No, fuck him in the ass in the other direction."  You get what Im saying?"

"Uh huh," Anton gulped down hard.  "I never got your name."

"Did you see that one of my movies?" asked the girl excitedly.

"Uh, no sorry, I uh, wanted to know your name."

"Oh, it's Bethany.  Nice to meet you," said the girl extending her hand.

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"Nice to meet you, I'm Anton," said Anton as he shook Bethany's hand.  "Now that I know your name, I'd like you to know something."

"What?" asked Bethany bewildered.

"I'd like to father your future children."

Bethany laughed, a good hearty laugh that made Anton's heart tingle.  "You're funny.  I think that's cute."

"Do you like cute guys?" asked Anton blushing for once in his life.

"Mmm-hmm," hummed Bethany as she sipped at her cherry coke.

"Good.   Do you want to um, go get some, um, uh" Anton trailed off.

"Ice cream?" Bethany added to Anton's incomplete thought.

"Yeah, you want to?"

"Definitely," said Bethany as her and Anton left the club.