There was a little red devil painted on the sign, and his pitchfork was playfully stabbing a scantily-clad girl's behind. But they both looked like they were enjoying it.
We pushed the door open and entered. There was more cigarette smoke inside than there was fog in the San Francisco Bay. I gave the place a quick once-over. One way out was the way we'd come in, but I saw a sign that said Emergency Exit over a door toward the back of the club. And there was a door that said Employees Only.
We approached the bar...
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Bet she wasn’t really enjoying that pitchfork in her jacksy!
Christopher over 2 years ago
Maybe she's a masochist!
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Could be🥴 There’s no accounting for taste.