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There's no way he's going to let us in."
    Three men moved forward to await their
verdict.
    "Name?"
    "Johnson," said one of the men. "Bill
Johnson."
    The maître d' searched his list. "Yes, Mr.
Johnson. For three." He offered a fake smile of approval. "You may
enter."
    A beautiful young woman led them inside.
    Gabby leaned over to Rebecca. "This is not
the regular guy."
    The couple in front of them were rejected
out of hand—apparently due to their lack of respect. Or perhaps he
didn't care for the color of their eyes.
    Gabby stepped forward.
    "Name?" The man was scary-tall up close.
    "Gabby."
    "Hmm. I don't see—"
    "—it's Gabby with double B's."
    The giant stared down at Gabby. "I don't
think so, Honey. You're a Double A at best."
    Rebecca glanced at Gabby's chest.
    "Sorry," he said, looking down his nose.
"There's no Gabby here."
    Gabby leaned in and whispered, "Perhaps it's
under G'Blee."
    " G'Blee? You're Gabby G'Blee? The hot, new
designer?"
    Gabby smiled and put a finger to his lips—as
though he wanted to stay under the radar of the paparazzi. "Yes.
That's me."
    The maître d' bent down and whispered, "Oh,
Darling, I absolutely adore your work."
    "Thanks."
    He reached over and placed his hand on
Gabby's shoulder. "I would give my right arm to have one of your
originals. Any chance I could get you to design an evening gown for
me? Something low-cut?"
    "Come and see me. We'll talk."
    "Wonderful. Oh, that would be
scrumptious."
    "What about my...reservation?"
    "Oh, of course." He returned to his standing
position.
    "For two."
    "Yes. Please enjoy yourselves. See you
soon." He winked at Gabby, and nodded to the lovely young hostess
waiting by the entrance. "Table twenty-one."
    They followed the woman through the door
into a long, dark hallway. The black walls faded to beige, curved
outward, and were gone. One moment they were walking through the
hallway. The next, they were several feet into the café. What a
weird sensation, thought Rebecca. When she looked back, she
understood. They had walked out between two enormous, but
beautifully sculpted, butt cheeks.
    Rebecca hadn't seen so many bare breasts
since her high school locker room days. And she knew the waitresses
wouldn't be completely nude. But when she saw how tiny the thongs
were, she wondered how the place could be legal.
    The café was larger than Rebecca had
expected. More of a hall than a room. The bar, which was located at
the back, in the center, was oval-shaped, topped with white marble.
There was a pool at the center of the bar which was fed by a
fountain. The gentle flow of water into the pool provided a
soothing drone.
    Nice touch, thought Rebecca. But not at all
Big Bill Smotherburn's style. Then she realized the bar resembled a
toilet seat. And the stream of water flowed from a large pipe
hanging out over the pool which looked very much like a penis.
    The hostess led them to their table and they
sat down. "Please feel free to adjust the table lights to your
liking. They're touch sensitive." She flicked the nipple of one of
the hanging boob lights and it got brighter. "Your waitress will be
with you shortly." She walked away.
    Gabby smiled at Rebecca. "I told you I could
get us in."
    "Do you really enjoy looking at these
women?"
    "Well, I don't hate it."
    "You're a regular horndog of a man, aren't
you?"
    Their waitress appeared from nowhere. "Hi.
My name is Cotton Candy. May I take your order?"
    Gabby said, "Two Diet Coke's. With lemon.
Two steak burgers. Well done."
    "Yes, Sir. I'll have you order right out.
Thank you." The waitress walked away.
    "You still take lemon with your Diet
Coke."
    "I figured you did too. Was I wrong?"
    "No." Rebecca smiled. "What are the steak
burgers like?"
    "They're just fancy hamburgers made with
Angus Beef."
    "I'll bet they're expensive?"
    "Twenty bucks."
    "For just the burger?"
    "Yep. Don't even ask how much they charge
for the booze."
    "And then there's the tip."
    "Yep. But that's the best part. Oh, I hope
I've got some