by Daddy X
When you cross the threshold and enter the jive, you’ll encounter a choice of two doors.
“John? Why don’t we go on ordinary dates?” asked Carla.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s always these choices with you. Wherever you take me.”
“The sum of our choices is our combined identity,” he replied.
“What’re the choices?”
“Let’s try this door,” John suggested. “May find our type here.”
Inside, a naked woman on all fours was blowing a man, one dick up her cunt, another in her ass, while giving two others hand jobs.
“Christ--she’s the only woman here,” said John. “Six more guys waiting a turn. Let’s go check out the other door. We already know what this one’s about.”
“Yeah. Girl’s got her … ahem … hands full, so to speak. Not to mention her all her holes stuffed too.”
John opened the other door. “Let’s take a look in here.”
Once through the alternate portal, a big band blared over a red-carpeted dining room. Tuxedoed waiters balanced covered dishes on silver trays while bartenders poured fine champagne into crystal flutes. Well-attired couples danced, floating across the ballroom floor.
Carla said, “Let’s go back. The first scene seems more us.”