Chapter Fifty Six
By Ten O’Clock, Tuesday night, JASON’S was semi-filled with this usual eclectic group of mismatched patrons that gave it such a sense of ease and style.
The deep, over stuffed lounges off to the side of the dance floor were filled with beautiful girls, artists, the rich as well as a few cops in their patented leather ensembles, looking quite chic as they did. Everyone was chatting, laughing, flirting and drinking various concoctions that simply fueled such behaviors as fine drinking usually did.
On the teak dance floor, a young girl, a nude dancer at “The Spearmint Rhino” dressed in a black slip and three-inch heel’s, moved a most marvelous body seductively to a Barry White slow dance. Accompanying her was a handsome, older man, casually dressed in a black suit and whi
