A couple of weeks ago, Mr. Happy landed his first gainful employment, as an extra in a porno presently being filmed in the Fort. To celebrate his budding career, I picked him up after work and announced that we were going for a night on the town.
"Great!" said he. "Let's go see Monique at Penthouse."
"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of East Side Mario's and Blockbuster." I replied.
Mr. Happy just smiled, knowing I couldn't argue. Soon we arrived at Penthouse. The luscious Monique greeted us at the door, her generous boobies spilling out the top of her dress. Mr. H. respectfully rose and stood at attention.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I thought I heard the Star Spangled Banner." he replied.
"No you didn't. Besides, you're as Canadian as they come." I corrected him.
Unfortunately for my friend Mr. H., Monique was prebooked with another lucky Mr. Happy. Sadly, the two of us made our way out the door. Like Diogenes with his lantern, we searched from MP to MP, trying to find another lassie who would make Mr. Happy think he heard the American national anthem.
Finally, we found ourselves at Exit to Eden on Stony Plain Road. There was one attendant available, a tiny frizzy-haired brunette named Natalie. I wasn't sure she was the right one, but Mr. H. claimed he could hear the opening bars of the Star Spangled Banner, so I agreed we could stay.
Natalie and I had a lovely conversation as Mr. Happy waited patiently. She is a vivacious, outoing person with a wondeful attitude. She gladly acceded to my friend's request that she doff her top, and I enjoyed a wonderful massage.
When it was Mr. Happy's turn to step up to the plate, I laid back and watched the two of them get acquainted. She teased, caressed, cuddled and showered him with affection. It was obvious Mr. H. was in his element. I hadn't seen him this happy since that swingers' club in Germany.
At last, it came time to part. Natalie gave both of us a warm hug and made us promise to come again.
Out in the car, Mr. Happy thanked me for a great evening.
"No." I replied, "Thank YOU."
"Great!" said he. "Let's go see Monique at Penthouse."
"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of East Side Mario's and Blockbuster." I replied.
Mr. Happy just smiled, knowing I couldn't argue. Soon we arrived at Penthouse. The luscious Monique greeted us at the door, her generous boobies spilling out the top of her dress. Mr. H. respectfully rose and stood at attention.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I thought I heard the Star Spangled Banner." he replied.
"No you didn't. Besides, you're as Canadian as they come." I corrected him.
Unfortunately for my friend Mr. H., Monique was prebooked with another lucky Mr. Happy. Sadly, the two of us made our way out the door. Like Diogenes with his lantern, we searched from MP to MP, trying to find another lassie who would make Mr. Happy think he heard the American national anthem.
Finally, we found ourselves at Exit to Eden on Stony Plain Road. There was one attendant available, a tiny frizzy-haired brunette named Natalie. I wasn't sure she was the right one, but Mr. H. claimed he could hear the opening bars of the Star Spangled Banner, so I agreed we could stay.
Natalie and I had a lovely conversation as Mr. Happy waited patiently. She is a vivacious, outoing person with a wondeful attitude. She gladly acceded to my friend's request that she doff her top, and I enjoyed a wonderful massage.
When it was Mr. Happy's turn to step up to the plate, I laid back and watched the two of them get acquainted. She teased, caressed, cuddled and showered him with affection. It was obvious Mr. H. was in his element. I hadn't seen him this happy since that swingers' club in Germany.
At last, it came time to part. Natalie gave both of us a warm hug and made us promise to come again.
Out in the car, Mr. Happy thanked me for a great evening.
"No." I replied, "Thank YOU."
