'Twas the night before [View All]

[plcdude]

Christmas and all through the Power Exchange house, all the creatures were stirring, one doffing her blouse.

The stockings were hung some by garter belts with care, in hopes that attention would soon be directed there.

The swingers were nestled upon the third-floor beds, while visions of sex acts danced in their heads.

When out upon the main floor lounge there arose such a clatter, some sprang from the lip-shaped love seat to see what was the matter.

Away to the stripper pole they flew like a flash, huddled round the microphone, bodies crushed in a mash.

The black-light glow on the breasts like new-fallen snow, gave the lustre of midday to the lust of the revelers below.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear, but a miniature sex toy and eight vixens dear.

With a small, young emcee, his face fresh by gosh, I knew at the moment it must be young Josh.

More rapid than eagles, his customers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

Now Cheryl, Now L.B., now Jen and Stain. On Shontay, on Debbie, on What- the-heck's-the-name-of-that-other-vixen?, go on down to the dungeon again!

To the top of the gay floor, to the cow room you all, now spank away, flirt away, do it up against the wall.

As dry leaves that before the wild orgy fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount with a cry.

So up to the dance floor the contestants they flew, with an armload of toys and Josh Powers, too.

And then in a twinkling, I heard with a few, the prancing and pawing of people trying for a better view.

As I drew in my hand and was turning around, down the stairs from L3 a naked duo did bound.

They were dressed not at all, neither their heads nor their feet, their skin sprayed with glitter, like a disco ball in heat.

A bundle of condoms they clutched in their hands; they looked just like peddlers, peddling the condom brands.

Their eyes how they twinkled, their dimples how daring. Their cheeks were like roses, their nostrils were flaring.

Their droll little mouths were drawn up like some bows, no beards on their chins as white as their toes.

They spoke not a word but went straight to their work, and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.

And laying their fingers along the seam of a hose, and giving a nod, brought the contest to a close.

They sprang to their boyfriends, as the crowd clapped and whistled, and away they all walked, to the sex rooms and gristle.

But I heard them exclaim as they walked through the night,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"