Cocaine and toe pads

Nearly new Gaynors with sueded platforms

Cocaine and toe pads: I’ve seen women overdose on cocaine dusted into the dome of a diaphragm and mixed with spermicide as a method of prolonging her high and enhancing her encounter experience, but until the other day I’d never encountered snow in a dancer’s toe pads. I was called to clean up a situation that occurred in a vacant McMansion west of the city and Gigi, Jacques 17 y/o daughter, went with me. She is interested in starting a small collection of items in her size that women were wearing when they died and I’m helping her when I can. I suppose she got the idea from me and my fascination with death rubber, but I don’t think her collecting interests are that tightly focused, at least not yet.

We put on respirators to filter the air and block some of the smell, pulled on latex exam gloves and began cleaning up. From what we found it appears a working girl in her mid 20s had set up business as an independent operator and had been offering ballet sex, doing clients on her toes, in the 4 Ts (full costume: tights, tutu, tiara and toe shoes) in a large room set up with portable mirrors and barre and video cams for recording her encounters. The cleaning crew sent by the realtor to check that the house was ready to show found her slumped against one of the mirrors with her dance bag at her side and a surprised look on her face. She had been dead a few hours as rigor had passed and her body cavities were attracting flies. In a closed house you have to wonder where the flies come from, but they were there. There was vomit covering the bodice of her tutu and it looked to me as though she had been in the midst if an encounter when she was stricken as her thong-back tutu and crotchless tights were askew and she was draining vaginal discharge. There were several empty condom packets, but no used condoms so her client must have cleaned up after himself.

Her dance bag held her partial packet of Yaz birth control pills, her diaphragm case with a heavily stained 70 mm All-Flex inside – suggesting to me that she used it for menstrual flow control as well as a gas-guard during dive-sex in the home’s enclosed pool – a tube of ContraGel spermicide that she was probably using as an intimate lube and a clean micromesh thong. We also found a small Ziploc sandwich bag containing a white powder which I thought was probably her coke stash and there was a lot of it. I’d seen enough stashes to see that it didn’t look quite right and I felt the consistency through the bag and there were tiny granules in it so someone had cut it with something they shouldn’t have.

We looked in the two large closets in the master bedroom that she was using and found one filled with ballet costumes and the other with designer clothes which she probably wore while trolling for clients. Then there was a smaller bedroom that she used to store her dive equipment, wetsuits, regulators and FFMs and rubber fetishwear. The air tanks and compressor to fill them was in the garage with the intake hose running under the garage door and into the top of a large bush by the door to get it at least 5 feet off the ground and hidden from sight to the casual observer. She had so much stuff that I thought someone must have helped her get set up or it must have taken her the better part of a week and a rental truck to do it herself. I found the receipt for the rental truck so she was probably working solo. Her driver’s license and passport said she was Canadian.

On cleanup I and whoever helps me gets to keep any of the possessions of the dead that we want, within reason. I think if we found a lot of cash that wouldn’t fly if the Organization found out, but personal positions are ours for the taking. Gigi was interested in the almost new Gaynor pointes with sueded leather platforms she was wearing as they looked to be about her size so she carefully untied the ribbons and pulled the backs down off her heels and off her feet. The Gaynors were her size with a medium box, high heel and deep and vamp. She was wearing Ouch Pouch toe pads that looked like she had sweated through them and bled through the one on her right foot. And when Gigi peeled them off her toes there was a white paste between her toes and in the bottom of the pads which I immediately suspected was how she took her hit and ended up overdosing. It’s unusual for a dancer wearing toe pads in Gaynors to get blisters and the blood was from a blister on the big toe that had opened and then started to bleed. I wondered how that happened, then thought to check the consistency of the cocaine residue she had poured into each toe pad and found the granules in her stash hadn’t dissolved in her sweat and were probably what had caused the blister, bleeding and perhaps the OD. I had Gigi put the toe pads in a specimen bag for analysis and looked at the shoe the Canadian has bled in. It wasn’t noticeable so I let Gigi keep the Gaynors.

We rolled the body into a rubber body-bag and loaded it into the van. Then we looked through all the Canadian’s other things for anything of interest I took the cash in her purse and we packed up all her ID to take with the body. There was nothing else we wanted – her new La Perla bras were too large for us - so we left her things for the Organization to use for their escorts and in their fetish and dive clubs. Since the Canadian had ID I called my contact and asked if we should bring her in to put on ice while enquiries were made or run her through the chipper. I was told to bring her into the cold storage facility. We put her along side the bodies of the French couple we found nearly two months ago.

Jack on Ballet sex: “Jill, Don't fret. It was an interesting post about the Paris Opera Ballet scene. I am hesitant to show this blog to some female dancers I know for fear they will think I am stark raving mad. But I find pointe sex a "stretch" and I would like to know if I am naive to believe it or I am naive to not believe it. Standing sex from my perspective as a man is not as comfortable as it is when the female is "supported" against the thrusts such as supine or from behind etc. Thrusting when standing is a strange movement if done by the male of going up and down and up and down... or holding the female by the waist and lifting up and down and up and down. The latter requires a petite female and a strong male to lift her 100 pounds for so many repetitions. The female might love the ride of course… but she's no longer en pointe ie supported on her toe box... I'd like to give pointe sex a try, but I don't think so in this life time as I don't know a cooperative ballerina here in NYC to give it a go (with me at least) ha-ha-ha. Perhaps you could get me a pointe sex date? OK maybe you can get some ballerina to email me about her pointe sex experiences.”

My reply: I see I wasn’t as clear as I should have been about describing dancers being taken en pointe for ballet sex. I thought with all the times I’ve described being taken from behind en pointe bending over… Well, we are standing up, feet en pointe in second position, but bent over with our backs horizontal and holding on to the barre or a table, chair, the hood of a car or whatever is available so we are penetrated while the vagina is horizontal. There can be some thrusting to lift us off our platforms if a partner is thrusting into the back wall of the vagina where the woman may be briefly suspended on the base of her partner’s shaft when our platforms are off the floor, but with a couple well matched in height there isn’t much if any of that. With a man a bit too tall to enter his partner w/o bending his knees there may be a good bit more when he straightens his legs at maximum thrust depth. Holding the woman vertical or with her legs wrapped around her partner and held against a wall doesn’t technically count as ballet sex even if she is wearing pointes, she has to be standing en pointe.

Jack, I don’t know if your dancer friends have heard of having sex on their toes or not. It depends on how experienced they are and what sorts of friends they have. Ballet sex is absolutely real, but I suspect not widely practiced in the vanilla ballet world because of the stamina and concentration it takes to be drilled w/o falling off pointe or going rubber-legged in he middle of the encounter. It’s a lot easier for the woman to be taken doggie style while on her hands and knees where she doesn’t have to worry about her ankles or knees giving out, but that way there is no clenching of the pelvic muscles to tighten the vagina which is the reason for ballet sex in the first place. It’s a pity you aren’t on intimate enough terms with your dancer friends to see if one would be interested in giving it a try, if they aren’t already familiar with it. Of course, if you are married that would pose a moral problem, but since you asked for a reference one assumes you have already thought that through or are not married.

Posting note: I’ve tweaked the code a bit to get the paragraphs to format properly until Google fixes the bug which will probably throw this entry off when the problem is corrected. I suspect I’ll regret doing that.

Paris: Have some Coke and a smile

Paris when she sizzles

Associated Press
August 28, 2010

'Vapor trail' leads to Paris Hilton's Vegas arrest

LAS VEGAS - Smoke wafting from a Cadillac Escalade on the Las Vegas Strip ignited Paris Hilton's latest legal troubles late Friday, when a motorcycle officer who suspected the smell was marijuana stopped the vehicle and police say a bag of cocaine fell out of the 29-year-old socialite's purse.

It's the second time this year Hilton has been arrested on drug possession allegations, although authorities in South Africa dropped marijuana charges earlier this summer. In 2007, Hilton pleaded no contest to alcohol-related reckless driving and was sentenced to 45 days in jail.

This time, the hotel heiress was with her boyfriend, Las Vegas nightclub mogul Cy Waits, who manages a club inside the Wynn Las Vegas and was driving the black SUV that the officer stopped nearby at 11:22 p.m. Friday.

The officer "followed the vapor trail and the odor of marijuana to the Escalade," police Sgt. John Sheahan said.

As other police arrived and a crowd gathered on the busy neon-lit Strip, Hilton asked to go into the Wynn resort for privacy, Sheahan said.

"Miss Hilton pulled out a tube of lip balm," Sheahan said. "At the same time ... a bindle of cocaine in a plastic bag came out of her purse" in plain view of police in the room.

Police Officer Marcus Martin characterized the cocaine as a "small amount," or a package of the size usually associated with personal use. Police would not specify the weight of the cocaine or whether any marijuana was confiscated.

Hilton was arrested on suspicion of felony cocaine possession. If convicted of the low-grade felony, she would get probation, but any violation of that probation would be punishable by up to one to four years in Nevada state prison.

Waits, 34, was arrested on suspicion of misdemeanor driving under the influence of alcohol or drugs. Misdemeanors are punishable by up to a year in county jail. Police said he owned the 2009 Cadillac.

Hilton and Waits were booked into the Clark County jail, where Sheahan said Hilton was kept handcuffed on a booking room bench, fingerprinted, photographed and released without bail about 2:45 a.m. Saturday.

Waits' lawyer, Richard Schonfeld, said Waits posted $2,000 bail Saturday. Waits was released Saturday afternoon.

Sheahan said Hilton was not taken to a cell and received no special treatment on a busy Friday night and Saturday morning at the jail. He said release without bail was common in such cases.

Hilton, a prolific tweeter, didn't mention the arrest on her Twitter site, although less than an hour after she was released her account was updated with a posting that said the actress was in bed watching the television show "Family Guy."

It was unclear if the tweets came from her, were posted by time-release or were sent by someone else. Hilton spokeswoman Dawn Miller wouldn't comment when reached by an Associated Press reporter Saturday afternoon.

Hilton's attorney, David Chesnoff, told The Associated Press on Saturday morning that he was still gathering facts about the arrest.

"This matter will be dealt with in the courts not in the media and I encourage people not to rush to judgment until all of the facts have been dealt with in a court of law," Chesnoff said later in a statement. "There will be no interviews and no more comments at this time."

Schonfeld said he was "troubled by the circumstances" leading to the arrest, but declined to specify his concerns.

"As the case proceeds, a lot of facts are going to come to light that will ultimately lead to exoneration," Schonfeld said.

Court dates for Hilton and Waits were not immediately available. Clark County District Attorney David Roger declined to comment Saturday about the case.

A spokeswoman for Wynn Resorts in Las Vegas did not immediately respond to messages seeking comment.

Waits and his twin brother, Jesse, are managing partners of the Tryst Nightclub inside Wynn Las Vegas, Drai's after hours club at Bill's Gamblin' Hall & Saloon, and XS The Nightclub at Wynn's Encore resort. A spokeswoman for Harrah's resorts declined immediate comment.

Earlier this week, Hilton was in the news when a 31-year-old man allegedly tried to break into her Los Angeles home.

Authorities have said that someone carrying two big knives banged on Hilton's window Tuesday. She posted a photo of the arrest on Twitter and described it as "scary." Nathan Lee Parada faces a felony burglary charge.

Hilton was arrested this summer after the Brazil-Netherlands World Cup match in Port Elizabeth, South Africa, on suspicion of possession of marijuana. The case was then dropped at a midnight court hearing.

Hilton pleaded no contest in 2007 to alcohol-related reckless driving and was sentenced to 45 days in jail. After spending about 23 days in jail, Hilton told CNN host Larry King that the experience caused her to re-evaluate the role partying played in her life. She said she wanted "to help raise money for kids and for breast cancer and multiple sclerosis."

While most famous for her tabloid exploits and reality TV series "The Simple Life," Hilton has appeared in the films "Bottoms Up," "The Hottie & the Nottie" and "House of Wax."

Personal Comment: Steve must be overjoyed to be getting publicity through Paris getting busted for possession of cocaine along with the manager of the nightclubs in several of his properties.

“Smoke wafting from a Cadillac Escalade on the Las Vegas Strip” What in the world were they doing, reenacting the election of a pope? You would have thought they would have had the Escalades A/C on!

"Miss Hilton pulled out a tube of lip balm," Sheahan said. "At the same time ... a bindle of cocaine in a plastic bag came out of her purse" in plain view of police in the room.
….. "As the case proceeds, a lot of facts are going to come to light that will ultimately lead to exoneration," Schonfeld said.

Really? Exoneration? Well, this being Vegas and her being Paris she might just skate…You think?

A tea-bagging accident

A tea bagger wannabe; Estrogen, alcohol and the wrong anatomy

Tea bagging at Splash: One of the towel girls at Splash was helping a club member with his needs when there was a bizarre accident. The guy was into domination and one thing he enjoyed was to tea-bag his female partner. He had helped her into a zippered leather D-suit with hood – a catsuit with D-rings to restrain the wearer – and strapped her to a wide leather covered encounter table leaving only her arms free to pleasure him while he had his way with her. He had taken her twice vaginally and was tea bagging her while recycling to enter her anally when the accident occurred. The towel girl had a fellatio guard with her and asked if he wanted her to wear it and the client said no because he liked to feel his partner’s teeth on his testicles.

While he was positioned on the table squatting over her face – facing away from her - with his scrotum in her mouth she played with his testicles with her tongue. His stamina began to fade and he asked her to insert one of the medicated silicone butt plugs he had brought with him in his man bag and he handed her an individually wrapped pre-lubricated clear silicone butt plug. She said later that she didn’t really look at it closely and just stripped off the wrapper and had him lean forward as far as he could w/o coming out of her mouth. She spread his cheeks with one hand and pushed it in with the other. To prevent him slipping out of her mouth while she inserted his plug she had tightened her jaws on the soft folds of tissue of his scrotum and he had leaned forward enough that the skin was stretched tight and his little men were pushing against the backs of her front teeth. Her client asked her to make sure the plug was pushed in all the way so the sphincter notch would engage his anal sphincters and braced himself as she pushed it harder until she felt his sphincter pull the plug deeper as it gripped the notch. She gave it another push and felt a slight thump and didn’t think anything more about it.

Suddenly the client gasped and tried to stand up out of the squat and the frightened girl reflexively clamped her jaws tighter on his scrotum which was enough to throw him off balance and he fell off the table. Her head strapped to the table in the BDSM hood didn’t move nor did her jaws open. So when he fell off the table he castrated himself, though at that point it didn’t really matter. That’s because he had accidentally given her the wrong plug, one that had a syringe filled with very high grade cocaine and the last push on the head of the plug had emptied the syringe into his colon. Since he had snorted 2 lines of high quality snow just before they started their encounter he took a massive overdose and was dead shortly after he hit the floor. He also broke his neck when he landed on his head. The TG spit out his sack and screamed for help.

The accidents commercial aspect: If it hadn’t been for the coke they could have called 911 and reported the accident. The client, a single 33 y/o Canadian, had started his own import/export company selling erotic toys. He had been in town from Montreal attending a convention which had ended that day. Splash management made the best of the situation and had his things removed from his hotel room and checked him out electronically and he disappeared. He had used a credit card for services at Splash but the transaction isn’t processed until the client leaves. His charges were canceled so there is no record of him being at Splash and his rental was driven back to McCarran and parked in the long term lot.

The video of the encounter rather than being just another porn vid turned into a far more marketable product, a snuff video. Taryn has an agreement with Adolph to distribute videos taken at Splash and at The Well, his deep water training facility, so as soon as they clean up and master the video it should start distribution in Europe. The manipulation of his facial features to avoid recognition takes the most work and the TG’s features were hidden by the hood she wore so identity security is good. Members purchasing copies of the encounter will get the entire 48 minutes showing the TG being fucked vaginally and her being suited up in her leather D-suit as well as the Tea bagging portion and the insertion of the medicated butt plug and the fatal result. This should be a top selling snuff DVD.

A reader asked: “Are Jill-straps useful in female sports?” That question must have come from a man or perhaps a girl who has never played contact sports. A Jill-strap is a female pelvic protector, the female equivalent of a male’s athletic cup, and any woman who has had her clitoris mashed or twisted by getting a knee or foot in the groin knows the answer to that question is a resounding YES! Any girl curled into the fetal position crying and moaning in agony on a studio floor or a sports field after getting kicked in her unprotected crotch will never forget her pelvic protector again. That’s why it’s a bit chancy working with a new dance partner who may kick you if you are practicing w/o pelvic protection. That is one of the great things about a properly fitted Penetrator plug it provides maximum pelvic protection while being almost undetectable even when wearing a thong. A Penetrator is also fun to wear to a party if you aren’t into being finger fucked that night.

The FC2, an unconventional use

The new female condom FC2

Mr. Abduction: Returning readers will remember that in my entry for September 9, 2009 I wrote about Taryn’s stalker who had leapfrogged to the top of my to-do list. He turned out to be a bit more than I first thought and an extremely nasty piece of work which is why it has taken me until now to check him off the list. Apparently he was the man who had been drowning the working girls and students in the swimming pools of empty foreclosed homes in the area. I was in his place some weeks ago while he was at work and he has kept souvenirs! I was told most serial killers do that and I found a box of souvenirs of his victim’s in the spare bedroom he used to store his SCUBA gear and fetishwear. He seemed to be into gas masks and had one of the old Israeli civilian ones with which he was using a filter canister. He kept his victims birth control methods that he took from their purses or bodies, each in a separate dated Ziploc bag: pills, NuvaRing, The patch, two ParaGard and a Mirena IUD, a FemCap a Prentif cap and a Milex Omniflex like I wear except it was a 65mm. The guy must have been killing reproductive age women for years! So we aren’t talking Mr. nice here, though he did have a lovely bod, in a beefy sort of way.

The plan: Taryn said he seemed to know when she was menstrual and she saw him often during her period which was one of the things about him that freaked her out. I’m told some men can smell our menstrual flow but I’ve never known a man who could and we all try to keep ourselves clean with the flow in a diaphragm or cup inside so there is no external source of scent. But if I lured him to me with my blood scent he would be in control of the time and place of our meeting, not a good idea. I decided I had to go to him when I wasn’t menstrual, that way I controlled most of the variables. He was a regular at Naughty’s. I knew I could get him to come to me there it was just a matter of letting him see me and not averting my eyes when he looked my way. And, sure enough the first time we locked eyes he was all over me like white on rice. I played hard to get so we chatted several nights over a period of several weeks and he was particularly attentive when I was menstrual so perhaps he could really tell when a woman is bleeding, but I wasn’t about to let him drill me then.

A condom and coke: As we got to know one another and after he’s had a few beers he told me he suffered from premature ejaculation but used the topical anesthetic lidocaine to numb his penis enough that he could give me what he called an ‘awesome vaginal orgasm’. He also said he hated using male condoms because his root is so thick none of them fit and the ones he could get into were so tight he lost his erection. I told him I loved a man with a thick drill (which I do) but that I had Herpes, HSV, (which I don’t) so we needed to use a condom to keep him safe. But I knew he could screw me safely if we used a female condom which I’d used successfully before and it would fit even the thickest root. I also said he would love using cocaine sprinkled inside the FC2 to numb him instead of the lidocaine. The coke would numb his penis, make him a bit euphoric and feel invincible. He loved the idea of using the FC2 as protection and I think the idea of using coke to delay his ejaculation almost offset his fear of HSV. He saw the condom and coke for protection from Herpes while taking a hit through his penis as a win-win situation. And that was exactly what I thought too.

Execution: One night when he thought he had gotten to know me well and was comfortable that he was in control I let him take me back to his place for our first sexual encounter. He had been working on me for weeks and was wanting me so badly that he was almost drooling and one night at Naughty’s actually shot his wad in his jeans while he was coming on to me. So the night we went back to his place his brain was in an erotic fog and he was totally in thrall to my body. We took his car. There wasn’t anything in the way of preliminaries except him watching me prepare the FC2 we used. . My biggest problem was keeping him calm enough while he undressed me that he didn’t rip my clothes. I helped him undress and then I asked if he wanted to watch me add coke to the condom. He was all for that and watched as I opened an FC2 packet turned the condom inside out and took a packet of super finely ground snow from my bag and thoroughly dusted the lubed inside of the condom with cocaine. He wanted a taste of the coke but I told him no because that would ruin the experience of him absorbing it through his root and he backed off. I carefully turned the FC right side out again and by then he was rock hard and dripping pre-cum. I told him it was best if he slipped into the condom then inserted himself and the condom inside me so we didn’t waste any of the coke and he agreed. Once he was inside the condom I helped him get the FC2 end ring and his head inside me and then in a single powerful thrust he buried himself in me going all the way to my cervix. He was wonderfully thick, probably 2 ¼ inches in diameter but the condom was still plenty loose and he began to set up a thrusting rhythm and said he could feel his root getting numb. It had been less than a minute since he penetrated me.

His breathing became faster then shallow and erratic, his heart was beating faster and as he came in me his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body began to spasm with his first series of seizures. I had a washcloth by the bed to use for cleanup that I managed to get between his jaws, mainly to prevent him biting me during a seizure. Since he was on top of me and weighed more than twice what I do. I just wrapped my legs around him to hold him deep inside me to let as much of the cocaine as possible be absorbed into his bloodstream to make sure he got as much I needed him to. After about five minutes from the time the seizures started he was dead. No pulse, no respiration no more Mr. Abduction.

Afterward: I had used about a 1/8 oz of absolutely pure (totally uncut) cocaine in the FC2 we used. I had picked it up at one of the parties I cleaned up after where the guests had overdosed on pure snow. I was very careful when rolling him off me not to get any of the powder on my labia or clitoris. That’s one of the nice things about the FC2 the large outer ring protects the woman’s vulva from spills. Wearing a pair of nitrile gloves I pulled the condom off his corpse and put it in a Ziploc bag for disposal. Then going to the closet in the second bedroom I got the box or souvenirs collected from his victims and put it on the bed beside him to give the authorities a hint as to who the guy was. After I left I went around the block to a junker car where Taryn helped me pre-position it several days earlier. I drove south for a while and thought about calling 911 on a prepaid untraceable cell using an electronic voice modulator to disguise my voice to report the sounds of a fight in his apartment. I have a supply of prepaid cell phones that are handy for that sort of thing but I decided not to. I just let nature take its course and when he ripens someone will find him.

The rest of the story: I was all set for it to happen just the way I wrote about it and I’d been working on the project for weeks. It’s all true down to the part where I actually went back to his place and took him out with a coke dusted FC2. But the day we were supposed to go back to his place he was talking on his cell driving in the mountains west of town and sideswiped a rock wall then over corrected and went off a cliff several hundred feet down into a dry creek bed. He and his passenger were both dead. Amazingly, there was no fire. My contacts in the highway patrol said his pants were unzipped and his penis was out of his cup so the woman with him may have been giving him oral at the time. Even if I wasn’t responsible I think the Families will be pleased when the police search his apartment and find out who he was – the Families have contacts in the police dept. - though there will almost certainly be nothing in the media since few if any of the killings were ever reported. There may eventually be something if some of the souvenirs can be linked to women who were reported missing.