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"I told you man, this place is hopping!"

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The car pulls up to the front of The Apex, the new club to open in downtown Chicago. I and Frank, my childhood friend, get out of the Uber and barely avoid getting swiped by a passing vehicle. We hop onto the sidewalk to safety, avoiding the push of the patrons trying to get into line.

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"I believed you. I just didn't get why it was so special." I say, getting in step by Frank. I was back home in town for the first time in almost a decade. The past 8 years I had been living on the East Coast for schooling and then my career, which has kept me in a comfortable lifestyle but also too busy for regular trips. Frank was one of the few people I kept tabs with, and in fact was the only person I'd seen again since he picked me up just this afternoon. As soon as he picked me up from the Airport, he'd been talking nonstop about The Apex, and about the amazing secret it held.

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"Don't worry man, don't worry. I promise, you're gonna freak when you see it!" The cuban smiled wide, with an energy you remember well from childhood. He steps up to the bouncer, showing off an ID. The bouncer just gave him a nod and let the two of us past the line and into the doors. This got a raised eyebrow from me, and Frank just shrugs. "You know a guy, and he gives you a pass places. Y'know, it's about who ya know."

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He walks into the place, and it's loud and pumping. Drinks are had, and finally I can't stand to wait much longer.

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"Ok, Frank. Seriously. What's so big about this place?"

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Frank just grins, and points across the room. "There ya go, bud. That's all yours."

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So, that's where you come in. Starting to post here, I'm amazed by some of the fun ideas I get from people. Here, you get to have some freedom on who Frank is pointing out. My only requirement is that it was someone I knew from my younger days. But I'm pretty open to who it will be!

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Are you my former teacher, living out a happy time in a short dress and go-go shorts?

Are you the younger sister of one of my school friends, finally all grown up?

Are you one of my exes who's freshly single again?

Hell, are you my twink father that's crossdressing in the bar, thinking no one would recognize him?

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All I ask is that while you have your thoughts, keep it somewhat realistic. No furries, monstergirls, or expanding breast nipples. The kink is in the realistic taboo.