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Ron and I met Troy on Sunday morning - in the lobby of
our hotel. And he spun us off to the Bimini Boatyard for breakfast. Bloody
Marys.
Make mine a virgin.
The waitresses of course all know Troy. Just delighted
to wait on him.
Set the tone for the week.
We chat about locations, etc.
And then we drive around (in Troy's black car - not
the green machine) and check out the city.
We end up --- at a bikini contest.
Oh right! Just what I wanted!
Unfortunately, Ron and I are from enlightened California
- and unused to cigarette smoke.
The women here, silicon-enhanced past the point of
normal (shades of Carol Doda), peroxide abounding, hard bodies well tanned,
all have a cigarette hanging from their ruby red lips.
Somehow this does not compute (nor does it all week)
- work out in gyms and have a hard body most of us would die for and top
it off with a cigarette.
The smoke is annoying. Troy hands me soda, Ron is
into beer, and we watch for awhile. Troy actually has his back to the
"stage" - where 6 women are competing (a weekly Sunday afternoon event).
He is chatting with friends. Ron feels obliged to look. A little. I am
behind one of the hairiest backs I have ever seen.
I feel obliged to look too - I pick the winner on
first glance. I need to describe this to my younger son.
We meet some of Troy's friends.
There are big boats (read money) and any with their
owner on-board also are crawling with cute young things. The two naturally
going together.
Ron and I get to the edge of the pier - out of smoke
range - and look at the canals (that abound everywhere) and the boats
and the bimbos (male and female) and wait for Troy to leave.
They know him well here so they keep his car handy.
We view some other things (locations, etc) and Troy
goes off to work.
Ron and I get the green machine in gear and eventually
end up at the Baha Beach Club - where Troy bartends and does operations
management. He is working on getting investors for his new club - he has
owned two before. The new one sounds nice.
This one is off the wall!
I should have known from the drink names that he
does some wild stuff. I don't go to clubs so I didn't know! (My boys are
now laughing their heads off - they knew. The older one especially.)
Ron and I were there to check out lighting and other
things. It was slow (good). Three of his regular ladies came in and he
used them to show off his drinks.
The Orgasm being one of the drinks. (The "Blow job"
being another. It's downhill from there!)
He is a wild bartender. 
He flips bottles and shakers.
He spins flaming bottles. He dips and twirls.
A showman.
He tosses glasses.
He looses his shirt.
He puts the shaker in his shorts and bumps and grinds
it baby.
Lord have mercy!
He leaps to the bar and drops to his knees, gets
one girl to put her hand on the shaker and shakes some more.
He is enjoying himself. So are the girls.
He does things with whipped cream I won't describe.
I couldn't. I was laughing too hard.
Then he does a stunt - he sets his pants fly on fire,
leaps to the bar top and kneels - and the girls light cigarettes from
his pants! And then pat out the flames.
Well, that put me on the floor.
When we film - I will just have to light up. (I did.)
But I won't pat. (I blew.)
Stephanie, Amy and Christina were the guinea pigs
for all this. They've done this before.
Troy is having way too much fun.
I get him to mix me a Margarita. The bar was about
empty so we get to see him strut a lot - he has good moves. Smooth.
The most impressive are the tumbling bottles and
dual glass juggle.
He blows flame. Huge cloud.
He has to wet down his hair for the bottle routine.
He also has to be careful setting his pants on fire
- burned himself once.
Oh, do be careful!
He has a stunt with a plunger (I don't need to describe
this do I????) Let's leave it that it puts the flame well out in front
of the zipper.
He serves three shots with flame everywhere (I lost
that shot - no pun intended. I took others.)
Cute presentations.
Clever tricks.
We will have difficulty catching that on film.
I shot a roll on the cheap camera. (The more expensive
one had trouble focusing. Too many moving lights.)
We have enough to get the idea.
Ron and I shlept out to get some much-needed rest.
We are far older than the crowd.
We start the real photo shoot tomorrow.
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