Omaha the Cat Dancer

[shanmonster]

Two hours before I was to dance tonight, I was struck down with devastating stomach cramps. However, after a liberal dosing with gunky pink Pepto Bismol and a much tastier cup of chai tea infused with ginger, my stomach was almost healthy-feeling again. Then I was off to dance. I wore black, wine red, and gold with pearl accents. It was yet another fiftieth-birthday party. It seems like I am hired to dance for more fifty-year-old men than anyone else. I'm not sure what's with that.

Anyhow, once I arrived at the house, I was greeted by an aggressively friendly ginger cat in the foyer. She stared up at me, danced around on her hind legs begging for scritches, and then bounded up the stairs ahead of me when the music started. She disappeared soon after, though, and I can't blame her. The house was overstuffed with people, and I barely had room to walk, let alone dance. But somehow I managed, pulling off another seven-minute routine to the clamour of all who watched.

Although the audience was well-behaved and obviously enjoyed themselves, somehow, I think I'd rather have danced for the cat in the foyer. I've never danced for a cat, before....

Comments

[bete-noire.livejournal.com]

^__^

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

She's the one!

[slutbunwalla.livejournal.com]

I totally remember Omaha! Of course I could never remember her name, I was always like, Nebraska? Wyoming?
I remember she was so horny once and noone was around so she decided to fuck the artist's pen...which made for some interesting drawings... That will pop into my head at the weirdest moments "fuck the pen fuck the pen!"
just thought i'd share.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

I never got to read very many of the comics. I wish I'd had more of an opportunity, but there weren't any copies at the comic store I used to manage.

[slutbunwalla.livejournal.com]

I would sneak over to the racy part of the store I worked in. Ilooked at that and milo manara's clik...
no wonder I have such a dirty mind!
:^)

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

Most of the racy comics at my store were total shite. The Verotika comics were just nasty hardcore, and most of the rest was vampire porn with overinflated breasts. However, there were a few Milo Manara books to be found (what gorgeous ladies!), and for a while, Penthouse Comics were quite good. I was particularly amused by a spoof on Death. Her pubes were shaved in the shape of an ankh.

Death

[slutbunwalla.livejournal.com]

Bwah hah ha! That's great. Not a bad way to go either.

Yeah, that's funny cuz I just read Endless Nights and I was looking at the girl in Desire's chapter, that was drawn by Milo Manara, and she suddenly reminded me of Elisabeth Berkly. She would be perfect for a live action Milo Manara erotic tale.
I hate those big balloony cartoon breasts...