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THE ADVENTURES OF LITTLE DICK - THE WOLFPACK

... club owners knew which club Slash was coming to. And club owners weren't told until hours before- hand. Slash's own employees didn't even know. Security picked them up from a drop point and returned them after their shift. The short notice meant that the club chosen didn't even have time warn its regular patrons. If they showed up and that Slash logo was plastered over the the club name, they were shit out of luck. They just had to make other plans. Slash had no regulars. Security had a dossier on every celebrity. Their physical as well as sexual preferences were noted and filed. It was the responsibility of security to keep the right mix of meat at the party as shoppers came and went. The makeup of party participants was constantly fluid; which often required security walking up and down a block-long line of Calvin Klein models asking blunt questions: You suck dick? You eat pussy? You a bottom? You switch hit? This was the extent of my knowledge of Slash provided by Rick Mason, the head of security and a client. I was now about to see first hand what all the fuss was about. A Night Out With The Pack "Kristen?" "Yeah." "I just want to make sure you know about the dress code. It's just barely" "Come again?" "However you're dressed it better be just barely." "Oh, I get it," she said giggling. I picked them up a couple of hours later in a limo and they were definitely up to code. Sitting down without exposing your crotch in skirts that skimpy must require yoga training. "I can't ...

... believed it. I didn't sleep at all last night," Terri said breathlessly. Their excitement was palpable. They talked non-stop, pausing only for shrieks that rattled my senses. "Christine got in last year and she said... yak yak yak. "Do you think we'll see Madonna(Yeah, this was back in 2003)... yak yak yak. "You hear about the orgies. Ew! yak yak yak "Cyrano, lookit, we're not down with whole orgy thing," Kristen said. "Look girls, they are no orgies. Those are just rumors." "You've been to a party? What's it like! Who was there?" "Whoa. Calm down. I've never been to a party. The head of security is a friend of mine." Rick was getting us in but there were two conditions. One was that I had to bring meat - I had to at least look like a "baller." The other was that I had to occupy a V.I.P booth. This was going to be an expensive evening. But I looked on it as an investment. The Party Slash was being held downtown. We got there around eight-thirty. The whole area looked like some Mad Max dystopia. We got out of the limo near the entrance which led out into an alley. Across from Slash it was dark. The homeless were drinking, shooting up, and God knows what else. The stench of rotting garbage and urine was strong. Even the rats were fleeing that side of the alley. Calvin Klein models were lined up along a well-lighted wall on the other side. Their screams sent the rats scurrying back into dark. The Wolfpack strutted and preened in front of the "losers" on our way to the entrance. ...