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Erika's Annex Page 470 - Lodge Noir or The Maltese Vuitton |
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The story begins, as all stories do, with a dame. And that means trouble. When you add a bunch of other dames, better just to keep your head down because, sooner or later, there will be trouble - BIG trouble. |
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And so it was that fateful evening, when moi was looking for a quiet time to mourn the passing of another watering hole - The Lodge, to be precise - a dried up, rundown hangout for trannies and their admirers. It wasn't much, but moi called it home. And then SHE walked into the place -Lexi Kiana Ryan, moi means. |
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It looked as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food cake and since Lexi was no angel, moi could sense that trouble might be just around the corner. |
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People mingled, as people will, and overall moi thought things might just settle down, until....THEY arrived |
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Natalie and Michelle - trouble in duplicate from behond the Orange Curtain. It was their first time at the club, but moi didn't think it would be their last (NOTE: Actually, moi DID know it would be their last, since the place was closing that night, but bear with moi) |
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At first, the regulars greeted them like any new arrivals, with air kisses and hugs,and phone numbers were traded. Soon, however, the Michelle broad took one look at the purse and moi could see it was gonna go down. All moi was unsure of was HOW it was gonna go down |
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Montage re-enactment of the event |
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And then Michelle saw the purse and that spelled trouble with a capital LV |
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Moi didn't have long to wait before the action started then. Lexi Ryan ordered a cocktail and there must have been something slipped in it, because Kimmie tried to stop her from drinking it |
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Next thing you know, Lexi don't feel so good; the world is spinning and Lexi's all shook up |
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A quick trip to the john brought her back to her senses, however. |
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By "a quick trip to the john" moi thinks you know what moi means |
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Anyway, back to a night where the gin joint was so crowded that the trannies and admirers were stacked two high |
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Some harsh words must have been exchanged, because the next thing moi knows, Michelle hauls back and coldcocks Lexi |
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WOW! Deja vu all over again. Lexi sees stars and gets all wobbly |
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And what about the purse? Who knows? Some broad with killer gams and a conscience as light as her fingers may have it stashed somewhere for all moi knows |
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Somewhere in the ensuing confusion, moi began moi's search for clues, although moi figured it was a fool's game |
