SEX in Jackie 60

I was just having a Spring clean... found ole diaries from back in the days... thought i would share with you ...a chapter from one of those random nights in the wonderful Jackie 60...I'm sure MY tale is all rather tame to what else went on then... but cute non the less...(PS ***** is HIS name, well you have to have some secrets in your life eh!!)

In the darkness of the cave like club his black woolen skull cap looked like hair.
I starred at him. With sharp round brown eyes he sparked an intense demonic return and grins. I take a deep intake of breathe and loose interest in the conversation around me switching my mental gears I smile back at him and droop my eyes like a bashful Lady Diana. I see him approach and grab my vacant hand. With a deathly cold grip he gently stokes my open palm and begins an impromptu palm reading. I was intoxicated by his very presence, I mouth the words "Go Away!" silently to my surrounding coterie.
His long tanned fingers trace every crease as he tells me a surprisingly accurate tale of recent events. He leans in towards my face, my eyes trace the outline of his full mouth and the sharp incisor teeth unnaturally protruding. A vampire boy with an enchanting glare, I know I was about to board a wild Latino runaway train -destination ˜Lust'.
He was on his own, I'd never seem him before at Jackie 60, though he assured me that he was a Jackie club dancer. With his face almost resting on mine he mischievously declared, "I'd like to get on stage and dance and drive everyone wild as I take my clothes off !" Just as the last syntax snapped my synapse Jackie 60 DJ Johnny Dynell bear hugs us in unison, "I swear you have the best taste, ******* if the hottest dancer.. He is so hot !" Johnny hugs me again and tells "the boy dancer" that he has to get up to show me what he does ! With faint complaints that he is not wearing a g-string he leaps to the foot high stage, removing his sweatshirt as he lands. Invigorating rhythms fill the air as super DJ Johnny spins the discs and masters the beat to a forceful speed. Exotic characters fill the dancefloor, tall leggy blonde transvestites grind and pulse their pelvis next to pout mouthed Brazilian models. A gray haired businessman in a suit sweats up a storm pressed against a pre pubescent shaved headed denim clone. A ferret like man reaches feverously into his silver satin pants for a $5 bill that he girlishly teased into ******* jeans. Dancing alone under a dim blue stage light his cafe latte complexion glowed as sweat slicks like oil into the ridges of his well defined torso. I watch this, my private dancer teasing forward to the edge of the stage where I stand at his feet, the ferret moves against me and joins me at my hip, I stare at him on stage, he stares into the crowd and flashes a fanged toothed grim as the crowd press cash against his glistening bare chest. The excitement intensifies as the music changes to a strong clean dance drum beat. I stretch my neck upwards and narrow my eyes as he teased and bopped, I grab like a crazed animal at his unbuckled belt as he un buttons his baggy form jeans. I pull ferociously forcing the waistband fast down to his slender hips against the clean line of his boxer shorts and the obvious stiff definition of the contents. He mocks his own suprise and horror as he leans downward towards me on the dance floor, "Look what you did " he ˜complains' as he rubs his erect penis through the crisp cotton. The club crowd cheer, like sharks with a taste for blood they move in for the kill, pelting the tiny stage with dollar bills. This crowd want flesh, so do I - his.
Ferret squeals and springs up and down on his toes as he watches the unleashed abandon, ******** possessed twisting around his spills back his shorts revealing his taut naked butt. The words rang like the bells of Saint Clements, "I want to lick this boy ALL over", with physical force my reverie was jolted. Rashly he jumps off the stage in rock star force, without a second he thrusts his thick wet tongue into my hot open mouth. A double cry of, "You go girrrrrl !" rings stereo in my ears from the circle of fagulous admirers. Tugging as his still unbuckled jeans he ignores the fact that they still bulge with donated dollars, somehow he manages to shove my clammy hand deep under his elasticated boxers. I knew for sure that this time , I could read my own palm.
"Oh my God !"
We were the disco ball, the shinning fulcrum of the dance floor. Bodies banged as we swayed holding each other tight in the dark. I couldn't remember the music only the deep bass beat pitted in my stomach as I fell mesmerized,
"Chill ! Chill! Chill !" I urged him as I felt my passion engulf me - an affirmation to myself, a command to him. Cold alien sweat dripped from the low club ceiling onto our bare skin, I remove my hand from the depths of his pants and gently hook my thumb into the back pocket of his jeans. I was blind to all around me, yet my sense of touch and smell were heightened to overload. He licked the bend of my neck up to the lobe of my ear, " Yooooo aaaaarrrr soooo sexeeeee" he sang in a rinky-dink Dominican accent, "I've watched yooooo all night and yoooo reeeeeelleee turn me on !"
We wait downstairs in the darkness in this converted meat warehouse club space as the disco sounds reverb above. A tacky bleach blonde transvestite thumps her fat manicured hand on the communal bathroom door.
"Do yer drugs elsewhere I gorra pee" she shrills like a faded game show host.
Like a rabid fox his incandescent eyes glowed in the bathrooms murky red light. I laugh nervously and play with my long loose hair as he violently slams the door shut behind us. Squirts of saliva gush into my awaiting beer scented mouth.
He pushes me and grins flashing his vampire fangs, the calves of my legs are wedges against the side of the dirty toilet bowl. We kiss. His soft full lips open wide against mine, his tongue mopping every inner crevice of my mouth. I arch myself backwards and glare at the tarnished wall mirror watching myself in my own fantasy. I am dizzy with adrenaline.
"Oh my God!" I groan with pure pleasure as he whips my tights black jeans and silken panties down to my ankles with magicians-tablecloth precision. "Shit"
He tugs furiously at my a leg of my pants till I step one bare leg out , grabbing my thick calf in his hand he sticks my platformed booted foot up on the cracked sink in front of me. Then just for a second he stops, stares at me with widening eyes and announced, "I am a wolf ! My family lived in the hills with the wolves, look, look at my teeth" His smile flashed sharp long incisors, I am perplexed, yet I don't have a chance to think about this genuine proclaimation. He pushes my shoulders back against the wall, my back is arched my leg is balanced againsts a wobbly sink and here he is Mr Wolf-Boy with his face burried between my legs.
His sharp nails dig grooves either side of my butt as he grips and laps fast.
In ecstacy my leg twitches and bangs against the sink as I begin to huff in pleasure. I watch him in the mirror his head bobbing like jello beating out the rhythm of orgasm with his tongue, my eye lids droopwith the evolution of my ˜cum-face', and I feel myself flicking my pelvis towards him deep deep deep.
I am climbing higher and higher in pleasure surpassing the point when I cannot hear the nighclub swarm or the thud of the beat, I hear the pulse of my heart and the throb of my breathe.
"Ahh Ahh Ahh !!" I cannot hold my crescendo of fruition !
He steps back and standing tall with a saturated grin watches me reach for my pants in quick embarrasment
"Thank you " I politely gather my catch my breathe.
"would you like to go for breakfast ?" he asks as he leans to help me into my pants
And they say that romance is not dead.
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Oh how I miss the glory days of Jackie. I don't have the prose to match your story, but it certainly got me perspiring. Honey, I hope you got the rest of him for a full servicing- and if his wolfen instincts were as good as his oral skills, you must have purred, moaned, and yelped all the way to high heaven. I think of all the times I had "special activities" in those downstairs bathrooms (and the upstairs ones too). God, if those walls could talk. So many of us left our marks in those tiny little bathrooms.

Ok, after reading that, I really need & want to go out tonight...anybody need a nurse?
"sticks my platformed booted foot up on the cracked sink in front of me"

"the calves of my legs are wedges against the side of the dirty toilet bowl."

"and glare at the tarnished wall mirror"

I'll have you know I worked my fingers to the bone to make that club nice and that's the thanks I get!
cracked sink...
dirty toilet bowl...
tarnished wall mirror...

The Nerve Anna Nicole!
See if I ever introduce you to any more Dominican vampires!

[This message was edited by daddy on 08-31-02 at 11:47 AM.]
Anna Nicole,

Remarkably well done, such a vivid and "adult" image you drew in my head, I will have to draw it. I can't help but note how genius your ferret is, how well he works his way in and out of your story perfectly. The ferret is a very detailed and revealing manifestation of actuality ... while you and the boy are lost in hormone-addled states of imaginative anticipation and delirium, the ferret is vivid and real. Nothing is pristine, neither is it lurid. It just is, but spectacular in that.
We've been going over hours and hours of footage for The Jackie Movie and as luck would have it we have that WHOLE "party naked" on film. (Shot with 3 different cameras!) And of course you knew there was a camera in the bathroom as well.
You did know that didn't you?
I somehow missed the advent of bathroom cam so I did not know it was in the upstairs bathroom. I was attending the marvelously produced and realized Jackie Awards I think in 98 and there was an award announced for the best bathroom cam performance. Now I had gotten up to no good once or three times in the downstairs chambers and went into full panic mode, Absolutely terrified I would see myself projected on the piece of foam core Flavine was holding on stage. (My finest moment was with a Norwegian, vampire, tourist I met on my one and only visit to Click as a patron.) With great relief I recognized the indomitable Alexis Arquette doing what she does best with that elephant trunk like tough to some str8 acting banker boy. Wheeew! I am still not fully recovered from that moment of panic.

P.S. Hey! Kell If you ever come back to NYC drop me a line.

Anna Nicole,
It's been way too long. I so enjoyed your lurid little tale -- brought me right back to your side writhing on the Jackie dancefloor . . . taking your nervously excited, willing but timid hand and stuffing inbetween the hottest latin thug thighs we could find. I think we coined it the Jackie handshake?! Oh -- the thrill of uncertainty, wondering if we'd get a face full of fist or dick for our naughty shenanigans!
I hear from the Motherboards Holiday get-together that you're throbbing as fiercely as ever!
Swifty! So glad that you have taken the plunge to tread the ole boards.... joy of joy we have lured a lurker from behind the veil!!
Now.. YOU POST your sordid tales of Jackie please... i have read some of that book your are writing.... pls just a wee morsel of it would be nice to digest here...
Welcome Swifty!
Love the VIVID, TORRID, LUSTY, tale that you told Anna! It's just like the nights I remembered. The hot sweaty bodies writhing together on the dance floor...slave to the rhythm of Johnny's masterful tunes. Snakes of the nightlife under control of the snake charmer.
But wait! A bathroom cam? I vaguely remember hearing about it but always thought it was a rumour! EEK! Eek I deny everything!!!! That was my twin sister you saw on camera! Razz
In the early days of Jackie there was a gorgeous little Italian Brooklynese boy who found his way to jackie via an encounter I had had with him at The Vault. Worked as a mechanic and went to school. Had an amazing cock and loved getting blown. His kink however was fabulous. he was turned on by BIG hair-do's. He would get absolutely crazy asking about how long it took to do my hair and if it was one wig or two. He never wanted to touch my hair, but would stare at it transfixed while I blew him on more than a few occasions. In a drug fueled, Jack Daniels stupor I remember blowing him in the corner by the dj booth with him asking me at the point of his orgasm if I wore Rave or Aqua Net. God Bless Jackie 60!!!!
"In the corner by the DJ booth"!!!
Where was I?
Busy talking to Anna Nicole probably.

There are so many "Jackie Sex Stories", it's mind boggeling. Like the time I went down to the liquor room to find one of our handsome barbacks with a VERY famous super model. (He recently told me that they were still friends. I love that).

Here is another one of my favorites...

I was Djing and I needed a cocktail. So of course I avoided asking our famous coctail waitress Rose (for reasons obvious to anyone who ever went to "Cheez Whiz") and went to the bar myself. The place was jam-packed and it took forever to get to the bar. Finally I did manage to squeeze in. As I was trying to get bartender Javier's attention I noticed this very handsome Italian ("from Italy" Italian) guy and his girl friend smashed up next to me. She was sitting on the bar and he was in front of her. He smiled at me and asked me something. I couldn't really understand him because of his heavy accent. He repeated again, "Do you want some of this?" I thought he was trying to buy me a drink and I said "no thanks". Then he asked again, "are you sure you don't want some of this?" as he stepped back. I looked down and saw his (at least) eleven inch dick pull out of this girl sitting on the bar. He had been fucking her the whole time. I guess I'll never know what he meant by "some of this". Some of his girlfriend or some of his big dick. Since it was Jackie, he probably meant both.
People always ask me, "How come the music used to stop at Jackie sometime? Where were you?"
Now you know.

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