re: What it must be like to be Allyn McKeen

I wanted to make a Bundy-style trip report about my trip to Manhattan, but I am just too lazy.

So, here is the cliff notes version:

Day One - Leave LA for NY with girl originally from Manhattan who wanted to show me "her city". Get into the city to hotel. I check in. She says she is going to stay with her parents. Yikes.

We meet for dinner and a show. I had asked her about dress. She says casual because summer shows are "come as you are". We meet in the lobby. Her first comment is "Are you really going to wear that?" Of course not, I was just testing her... I guess.

Dinner is good. Show is good. After party is fantastic. She decides it is time for us to go. She gets in cab to go home. I go back upstairs to the party. That is the last I saw of her on the trip.

I really like this girl from the show. Her sister likes me. We end up taking the party to their place with a couple of guys and one other girl. I crash in one of the beds. Someone gets in bed with me. I am hoping it is one of the girls because I don't like surprises.

Day Two - When I get up, the sisters are the only ones there. They are in the kitchen drinking coffee and wearing slinky night stuff, and I am drinking coffee and thinking, "Titties", but I decide it is best to keep that to myself.

At some point, the show girl tells me that I promised to hook her up with a good photographer. I remember that I really don't know anyone in NY, so I contact one of my guys in LA. The guy says he can hook me up with a lot of people, but he tells me to contact one gal in particular and tells me to thank him later.

Long story short...





To be continued...

That place will flourish with an autoerotic name like that..

Allyn is my hero.

Allyn

Pivey probably looks up to sandwich artists at subway though.

Just hit dat emoticon quartet.

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That girl got bumped from an 8.5 to a 9.8 just from laying down with Allyn.

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After meeting with her the first time, we swapped model time for pics for a portfolio. She wanted something extra. I didn't want to set a precedent for paying, so I offered to take everyone to dinner. I would pick up the tab. She could bring a date.

She asked, "Is it OK if my date is another woman?"

So I call the restaurant and ask for a table for 5 at 7 pm.

"We're booked solid."

"Damn. It's me, a Broadway dancer, her sister, their photographer, and her date. I was hoping we could get something in the back because those last 2 can't keep their hands off of each other."

Silence on the other end.

"Hello."

"Table for 5 at 7:00. And the name, please?"

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Are ludes availiable anywhere anymore?

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fixed it.

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That girl got bumped from an 8.5

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I will get to the dinner story one of these days, but I thought I would drop this here. This girl is an 8.5 in Hardy_Har's world. That is some world. BTW, she is autographing her coffee table book on Female Erotic Photography. That earns a one point bump in my world. She is also wearing maroon. That's pretty cool.