If it was sleazy or deviant at The Pole, it was at Vixen’s, which is why no elf was ever seen there. (Elfs are notorious prudes.) Dancer had to admit it was the perfect place to meet.

As he opened the door, a mélange of cigarette and marijuana smoke, alcohol and sweat enveloped him. He was barely inside when he was hit in the face with a ping-pong ball from one of the stages. It stuck to his fur and he quickly brushed it off.

Vixen’s was packed and the din from the music and crowd was deafening. Dancer spied Prancer in a corner booth and worked his way over.

Dancer sat and Prancer said into his ear, “Last chance to bail.”

Dancer shook his head. “Excellent,” Prancer said and raised his hand.

Then Vixen was there. Soft lips, large brown eyes, and those legs… Dancer shuddered. She whispered in his ear, “Come with me.” Dancer stood and followed her swaying hips towards a curtained hallway.

The din faded behind them as Vixen led him down the hallway and into a small room. As soon as the door was closed, she kissed him, pushed him gently into a chair set against one wall, and straddled him. Dancer felt her touching him everywhere. As he began to protest, Vixen abruptly stood and said, “He’s clean.”

Then the back wall opened, four huge reindeer rushed in, and Dancer found himself being rushed along a corridor.

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Moral: When you want to be secretive, head for the bottom.

(Huh? Don’t ask me.)


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BlogFestivus 2012 Day 4: Vixen
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16 thoughts on “BlogFestivus 2012 Day 4: Vixen

  • 12-14-2012 at 11:36 am
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    For a moment there the elf (prude) in me wondered what was gonna happen…but she was just frisking him right?

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    • 12-14-2012 at 4:09 pm
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      Yes, just frisking. I’m sure there was no inappropriate touching involved.

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  • 12-14-2012 at 1:53 pm
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    In the back, in the corner, in the dark…strange happenings are happening. Tomorrow I’ll bring my flashlight. Loving it! 🙂

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    • 12-14-2012 at 4:08 pm
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      Strange and dark — ’tis the season!

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  • 12-14-2012 at 3:59 pm
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    Oh MAN! You tease! 😉

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    • 12-14-2012 at 4:07 pm
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      I know. I’m sorry.

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    • 12-14-2012 at 6:11 pm
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      I laughed AND groaned at the same time as I read this. Good job!

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  • 12-14-2012 at 9:18 pm
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    I nearly lost it when he got hit by a sticky ping-pong ball! You are one sick puppy! (don’t ever change)

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    • 12-14-2012 at 9:22 pm
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      You’re the only person to mention the ping-pong ball. I wondered if anyone would get it. (I also wondered if I went too far.)

      Thank you for the sick puppy comment!

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    • 12-20-2012 at 4:59 pm
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      They’re a mystery to be sure.

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  • 12-20-2012 at 7:21 am
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    I can’t get the ping pong ball out of my head. (Nice catch, Amy.) I can’t help but wonder where it came from?

    J/K. Don’t tell me! 🙂

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    • 12-20-2012 at 5:01 pm
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      Not from first-hand experience. I don’t remember for sure, but I think I may have picked that up from the novel Koko by Peter Straub.

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  • 12-20-2012 at 11:15 am
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    Right?… I don’t get the ping pong ball thingy… but I love Vixen’s. Dark, seedy, loud… excellent writing. 🙂

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    • 12-20-2012 at 5:02 pm
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      Thank you so much! (And it’s probably a good thing that you didn’t get the ping pong ball thingy. Really.)

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