[FASTLARRY]

The witch from Satan’s in Topeka on the way to Prairie Dunes.

I am on my monthly trip out to Hutchinson, Kansas to play golf. A sea side links course, In Kansas. There used to be a sea there. One of the top 10 best courses in the world, in the middle of Kansas, and nobody knows about it. They would never consider having a US Open there, because they could not deal with the people. No place to put them up. The course was not even long, but it always ate my lunch. Finally I asked Jug how to play it. He said, I set the course record there, by leaving my driver in the trunk. He said if you don’t hit those fairways, you are in rough and weeds up to your waist.

The only sales were in Eastern Kansas and I was based in KCMO at the time. I would go to Topeka, where my main office was, I worked out of my home, but in Topeka all my sales backup and order processing took place there. The warehouse was huge, over 1 million square feet, where they made the product and stocked it. From there I hit Wichita and came home. Once a month I would divert out of my way and hit Hutchinson.

To play, Prairie dunes CC. The best kept golf secret in the world. I compared it to Cypress Point.

http://www.golflink.com/golf-courses/cours...x?course=416845

I always stopped first in Topeka, and stayed at the Holiday Inn in Topeka because it had the lounge with the band and all the action. Their two main songs were Geramira was a bull frog and Proud Mary. The music may have sucked, but the local chicks did as well. Every night there would be 10 to 15 in there looking to pick up some out of town salesman who would show them a good time. I was in that lounge once a month for 4 years, and got laid every time in it. It was amazing, just like the Holiday inn lounge in Wichita.

So I could walk in knowing I am getting laid, it’s like walking down the candy isle of the 7-11, slowly taking your time, to pick off the shelf what candy you want. That was the way it was there. Right off, I see this broad who had a body beyond belief. Way out of place in this joint, definitely not one of the locals. I have seen all the locals naked. So I ignore her. I walk right up to her table, she thinks I am going to ask her to dance, and I ask the dog sitting next to her. I do that about 4 or 5 times, all around her.

Finally after with messing with her, teasing her, I ask her to dance, and when I get her in my arms I know I have dynamite on my hands. After the 3rd dance, she asks me if I have a room there, I said yes, she said, show me, and I did.

The face was a 7.0 in the morning light, but with her make up on, a 9 at night.
I have taken a few stippers to bed that looked like movie stars and you wake up the next morning and look at them in the daylight and go, yo.
She knew how to put on the makeup and put on a real show. She had the greatest body I ever saw. It was stunning. No fake tits, she put Jane Russell to shame. I did that chick 6 times that night. She drank up all my scotch and I had a lot with me.

It’s finally 8am, I am worn out, I have nothing left, and she wants a drink and we are out of ice. She goes out the door, stark naked, walks down the aisle with my ice bucket, I look out the door and there are a couple of salesmen coming out their doors with their suitcases and this naked chick comes walking by with an ice bucket. They just froze in place to stare. In Topeka, this is a bit unusual to say the least.

She returns with the ice and kills off the last of my scotch. Once we began to talk, it turns out she was a stripper for some bar called Satan’s in Tulsa. That was why she was not shy about walking the aisle naked. The power that woman had over me sexually, what she drove me to do, convinced me she had to be a witch, no normal woman could do what she did to me. I made sure she did not get ahold of any thing of mine, like clothing.

Tulsa at that time was out of my territory, but not far enough away, I could not have slid down there and not been missed. The broad scared the hell out of me, I never saw her again. I checked out, went out to play golf at Prairie dunes, shot my usual 79, and did not have a clue why? I always blamed it on the friggen wind, and the 3’ tall weeds, the narrow fookin fairways. The bitch wore me out. I left my driver in the trunk and only used my 3 wood. Fook you Jug and only using a 1 iron, that’s BS. I’ll think about that, next time in. My God Damn Holiday Inn room has more square feet than those fookin fairways. This place belongs in Scotland, so it can’t punish me anymore laddie.