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Originally Posted by MissSaraXXX
So during my trip to omaha a friend was traveling through and had planned a night out. Casino and strip club.
We skipped the casino and went to a well known establishment barely into Iowa. Since I'm a woman I'm quite picky when it comes to other women's appearance. This location had several amazing looking young women, I highly suggest requesting that none open their mouths, though. Ruins everything. Booty, booty, booty everywhere. I mainly kept thinking, "damn, I need to step up on the deadlift and squat game," because 90% of the 27 girls had delicious bootys.
My friend and I observed the women for at least an hour to decide who we liked the most for private dance. Settled for a taller blonde, large mms, very fit. You could see her age in her face which disappointed me. .he didn't care. I paid for a 2 for 1 for him w a handsome tip attached. Soooo... he comes out and he said he owed her more cause she just kept dancing after the 2 songs. I said, "you can pay for that part since you're an idiot." Teasing, of course, but I see how some men create their own problems. .lol
The atm was out of order. Miss Blondie (not her name) was NOT amused. I watched and giggled watching the stereotypical stripper behavior unfold. However, I did not mind watching her go into a frenzy over $20 since she was good at conning him into more than he ordered after I freaking paid for it and tipped her equal to what the dance was. I should have told her your tip covers the additional song.
Had a fun time regardless and her stripper antics simply provided additional entertainment. I definitely see why women can't cross businesses. Strippers stay strippers. Escorts stay escorts. Sugarbabies stay sugarbabies.
The end.
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I was down in Miami for the Super Bowl back in the mid-90s. My buddy took me out on the town, so we hit some high-end strip joint that was charging a steep cover at the door.
By that time, I was pretty loaded anyway, but a stripper asked if I wanted t a lap dance. I lost track of the songs, and at the end, handed her a $20 bill or whatever one dance cost. She hit the ceiling, raging that she had gone thru 3-4 songs with me and how I owed her $100 or more. I just paid her the bill before the bouncer kicked my ass. I figured they do that to a lot of poor saps like me who don't know the rules.....or are too tipsy to figure them out.
I hate strip joints anyway - as a rule. If you could actually sample the goods, and not merely just look at them...maybe they might be more interesting.