I was in San Francisco on my annual visit with my friend Peter Berlin. While there, I became a little over-zealous with the spending whilst at Marshall’s clothing store; shopping for my son’s up-and-coming birthday. I basically (foolishly) spent all but 12 dollars! I still had 3 days left in San Francisco and was basically out of money and in full panic mode…never wanting to borrow money from Peter.
Anyhow, so Peter & I were about to have our breakfast when he’d informed me that I’d missed a call from my friend Juliet Anderson. He said she had called very early in the morning and she told him she wanted me to hop a train to Berkeley to come see her that afternoon. (This was the some day Michael Jackson had passed away.)
I was embarrassed about my over-spending and, not wanting to spend that last few bucks on the train, I returned her call; intent on telling her “sorry, next time”. When she picked up the phone, she asked me if I had ever done any “sex work”!
Well, I told her I did yes I had, in the past, in varying capacities; one of which was as a burlesque entertainer. She’d told me she had a very good and long-time customer of hers who was waiting she and I to do a “double” with him and that he would pay us handsomely…and she reassured me: ”no penetration”.
I talked it over with Peter and he said it was a very good idea and it made perfect sense. (He even lent me his BART pass!)
I took her up on that offer.
So, when I arrived at her house to meet her for the 1st time in person, (though we’d been speaking on the telephone, sending things in the post and emailing for 6 years previously) my first glimpse of her was Juliet opening the door in a vivid, amethyst -colored silk (short) nightie!
I marveled at this beaming, radiant, statuesque senior Goddess who, in turn, whirled; giggling girlishly and flashed me her magnificent un-augmented voluminous breasts and her still firm derriere. We had a short interlude introduction and chat before she informed me that “he” was showered and waiting in the boudoir.
We entered, did a little dance together which I can only describe an some rendition of a “pre-talkies flapper dance”, and we basically shared in the daunting task of blowing this 3″ endowed curved-dicked man. She was mastering the helm proficiently (and rather noisily!) whilst I chipped in with a little ‘hands-on’.
She and I were face-to-face when she took his diminutive dick out of her mouth and held it there, poised in the exact manner in which Sherlock Holmes famously held his curved pipe and said the following to me:
“Oh Denise! Isn’t this fabulous; us meeting like this? It’s like 2 girlfriends, chatting over a LATTE!”
I almost (literally) pissed myself laughing and that man was laughing too; his big, jolly belly convulsing like an earthquake! Talk about an ice-breaker!!!
It was a very positive and surreal scenario for all 3 of us and the addition of her cantankerous angry-neighbor-lady BLASTING Michael Jackson’s song “BEAT IT” as the ‘sound-scape’ while all of this was going on just enhanced the sensation we were living in some bizarre Salvador Dali performance piece!
(All that was missing was the flaming loaf of bread on one of our head’s!)
That is what it was like for me to finally MEET Juliet Anderson.
Let me just reassure you, her Life was anything but dull.
