It’s hot and dry with the Santa Anna winds blowing from the East. Santa Ana’s are blustery, dry, often hot, winds that blow from the desert onto the Pacific Ocean. The winds that come through the mountain passes make your nerves jump and your skin itch. Ordinarily subservient wives now finger the edge of a carving knife while they study their husbands' throat. I, on the other hand, think If my ladies throat.

Riding down Pacific Coast Highway, in the cool limo, I run my hands through my hair thinking of the night ahead. I tell driver David to head for the Magic Castle. This exclusive club is north of Hollywood Boulevard but we have to go around the hills enter from the back. It is impossible to cross Hollywood Blvd on Halloween as the parade of costumed fanatics crowd the street.

  I pull out the drawer with my laptop and log into chat, searching for some action. I’m not looking for a friend, lover or companion. I’m in search of something different.

  “Looking”, I type.

  No response so I change links, typing my message again, "LOOKING" in Internet shouting.

  “For what?

"For you", I type.

"How do you know? We just met. What's your handle?"

"Searching, and yours?"

"Found"

"I'm searching and you've been found!" "I have been found, by you!" "This makes us a couple" "Not so fast. What are you ... pussy or cock?" "I love pussy."

"That's not the answer, Searching. I don't care what you love just what you are."

"Maybe you're a cop, Found ... playing me for a fool."

"Maybe you're a cop ... playing me for a bust?"

"Two fucking cops?"

"One maybe ... certainly not two.

"Who isn't? You Searching or me Found?"

"Searching is not a cop."

"Nor is found! What are you doing while searching?

"Playing with myself, thinking of you."

"I'm rubbing my pussy."

"Fast and furious?"

"No, slow and soft!?

"I'm hard for you!"

"I'm soft and wet ... wanting something hard."

"We should get together, where are you?"

"Chicago ... and you, Searching?"

"Hollywood. Ever cum to California, Found?"

"Never ... ever cum in Chi?"

"Lot's of times. Used to live nest to the "EL". Never could sleep with the rattling outside the window."

"I live on the North Shore."

"Rich Bitch?"

"No, poor folk. Just lucky! Have a rich guy takes care of me. You rich?"

"Cum and find out. Just get on a plane to California."

"In your dreams!"

"Don't want to play?"

"Sure, but you're scary and it's Halloween."

"Hollo-weenie here!"

"Hollow your ass."

"Now Found, that's no way to talk. I was trying to be nice. We'll never get together that way."

"Won't get together anyway so why worry.

"Your loss!"

That's right ass hole. I still got my rich guy and you're alone."

"Not for long"

Click ... End ... Log-Out … we pull up to the Magic Castle parking as I straighten my black cape and pull the black hood over my head. Time for the show, David.

“Lucky girl", I whisper, getting out of the limo. “Park and wait, David.”

I walk toward the entrance as David closes the passenger door. As he pulls away I enter the Elizabethan wood doors and walk to the bookcase. "Open Sesame", I whisper as the shelves pull aside opening the passage. It is jammed with consumed people hovering over the bar like ants. "Scotch, straight", I yell, snapping my finger at the bartender. A cool glass is put into my hand as I show the server my ring, signifying that I am a performer and have a house account.

"Evening", a soft voice whispers.

"Duchess", I answer taking her slim waste in my arm. "I could eat you!"

"... or me ... you ... Master!"

I pull her close, running my hand over her chubby ass. Her tits bulge up inside her low cut gown. I lean over and run my tongue over the soft, fragrant, tit-crack. "Nice", I whisper, " ... maybe later. I'll have you for a midnight snack."

"As you desire, Master."

"Follow me, Dutchess ... time for a show." We walk through the crowd to the Palace of Mystery and enter the back stage door.