Jeffrey Pipes Guice

New Orleans
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The Game

I was driving down Park Avenue...
On a cold and rainy night...
Heading over to the Union League Club...
To chill and maybe get a little tight...

Sipping on my Pappy Van Winkle...
Smoking a fine Montecristo No. 2...
In walked some high society twins...
Looking for something fun to do...

We exchanged curious glances...
Then a wink and a nod...
We introduced ourselves to one another...
No need for a persuasive prod...

These debutants started giggling...
They were ready for some delicious fun...
After some suggestive flirtation and a few stiff drinks...
The game had finally begun...

They were staying upstairs, overnight...
On the private penthouse floor...
They were interested in something stimulating...
And handed me the key to their door...

With my invitation firmly in hand...
I gave them a ten minute head start...
I ordered a bottle of chilled Veuve Clicqout...
For an evening in which I was excited to take part...

I used the private penthouse elevator...
Which whisked me up to their room...
I wasted no time at all...
Ready to smell their roses in full bloom...

I eventually located their suite...
And after quietly letting myself in...
I heard the smooth sounds of Marvin Gaye...
Getting aroused for the games to begin...

I found my way to their boudoir...
They were anything but nice friendly girls...
Wearing nothing but smiles and their Jimmy Choos...
And a strand of their momma’s best pearls...

As I seductively slipped off my clothes...
And climbed into their silk sheeted bed...
A bell started to suddenly ring...
Like an explosion inside my head...

I jumped up as I suddenly realized...
It was all an incredible dream...
I was still just some guy all alone...
In a subsidized apartment, as it would seem...

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