Strip clubs are a man's best friend
As a young adult, I have fond memories of sitting in a dark, shady place and having random ladies grab onto my hair, legs and crotch and ask me if I would like a dance. I would then watch a nice young (or kinda old) lady dance naked in front of me (and on me). But that was in South Florida. I'm not in South Florida anymore.
Last night I found myself in such a place in Los Angeles, California. There is just nothing like it. There is nothing like a 'business' establishment in neon lights promoting food, liquor, and very 'interesting' ladies (and possibly one or two who had a penis not too long ago).
The one I went to last night was in an absolute shithole of a neighborhood (Aren't they all?). But I guess my friend's and I were feeling lucky on this night, so we went right on in without a bulletproof vest or anything. What caught my eye first were the flashing neon lights all around the building. I felt like I was in downtown Vegas staring at the corny ass sign stating this places name. Then, as I walked in, I saw wall to wall people, men and women, and it was pretty much standing room only. Then it was time for two things............liquor and boobies (and some backsides).
Now, again, it wasn't the most wonderful neighborhood establishment to be in (and it was free to get in), so, as always, you can sometimes get what you pay for. What I first noticed after a while was kind of shocking to me...............The women were..............wearing clothes............and they never fully came off.................huh ?....................Granted, they were all wearing really tiny bikinis, but still....................huh?................ Apparently, there is some kind of rule in the state of California where you can't have both naked girls in front of you and liquor in your hand. What a travesty. Anyway, I got over it. And thanks to the initial possible fight between two over-hyper men of a shady looking background ending quickly without any blows, it was to then be the beginning of a wonderful evening.
Now, of course, I then proceeded to break the cardinal unwritten rule of knowing when to avoid the empty seats surrounding the stage, and I plopped my but down on one of them. It was then when the money started to disappear. A true veteran of such places would no better, even in such a place where there were no other available seats in the entire place in the surrounding areas of the club. And then come the ladies...............And when I say ladies, I mean ladies..............lots of them................ If you happen to have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (A.D.H.D.) then this was the place for you. At one point, I counted 9 women on the stage at one time. And because I was sitting in a chair along the stage, I quickly became a magnet for every last one of them to swarm and become attached to. Now, this may have its benefits (as long as the money keeps appearing in your hand), but then the peer pressure kicks in, and so the money quickly seems to leave your hands one dollar at a time (literally).
The women in this place were...............shall we say................all natural..................In other words, what they had was god given (some had more then others of course, and im talkin about body weight as much as im talking about boobs and butts). But its all good. This a true definition of the phrase "stripper hot" which comes to mind when trying to describe the caliber of women here on this night.
Now, the only thing better then kindly placing dollar bills in certain places on these 'employees' bodies, and have them proceed to put their legs (and other body parts) all over you, is watching the woman you brought do and receive the same response. God bless America. And god bless the long time fact that women strippers let women customers pretty much do whatever they want to them. And I enjoyed watching it happen right before my eyes all night long. You gotta love it..............and you gotta love these clubs..................I wish we had as many strip clubs in Cali as we do Starbux...............But it did make me miss South Florida a little bit.
Last night I found myself in such a place in Los Angeles, California. There is just nothing like it. There is nothing like a 'business' establishment in neon lights promoting food, liquor, and very 'interesting' ladies (and possibly one or two who had a penis not too long ago).
The one I went to last night was in an absolute shithole of a neighborhood (Aren't they all?). But I guess my friend's and I were feeling lucky on this night, so we went right on in without a bulletproof vest or anything. What caught my eye first were the flashing neon lights all around the building. I felt like I was in downtown Vegas staring at the corny ass sign stating this places name. Then, as I walked in, I saw wall to wall people, men and women, and it was pretty much standing room only. Then it was time for two things............liquor and boobies (and some backsides).
Now, again, it wasn't the most wonderful neighborhood establishment to be in (and it was free to get in), so, as always, you can sometimes get what you pay for. What I first noticed after a while was kind of shocking to me...............The women were..............wearing clothes............and they never fully came off.................huh ?....................Granted, they were all wearing really tiny bikinis, but still....................huh?................ Apparently, there is some kind of rule in the state of California where you can't have both naked girls in front of you and liquor in your hand. What a travesty. Anyway, I got over it. And thanks to the initial possible fight between two over-hyper men of a shady looking background ending quickly without any blows, it was to then be the beginning of a wonderful evening.
Now, of course, I then proceeded to break the cardinal unwritten rule of knowing when to avoid the empty seats surrounding the stage, and I plopped my but down on one of them. It was then when the money started to disappear. A true veteran of such places would no better, even in such a place where there were no other available seats in the entire place in the surrounding areas of the club. And then come the ladies...............And when I say ladies, I mean ladies..............lots of them................ If you happen to have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (A.D.H.D.) then this was the place for you. At one point, I counted 9 women on the stage at one time. And because I was sitting in a chair along the stage, I quickly became a magnet for every last one of them to swarm and become attached to. Now, this may have its benefits (as long as the money keeps appearing in your hand), but then the peer pressure kicks in, and so the money quickly seems to leave your hands one dollar at a time (literally).
The women in this place were...............shall we say................all natural..................In other words, what they had was god given (some had more then others of course, and im talkin about body weight as much as im talking about boobs and butts). But its all good. This a true definition of the phrase "stripper hot" which comes to mind when trying to describe the caliber of women here on this night.
Now, the only thing better then kindly placing dollar bills in certain places on these 'employees' bodies, and have them proceed to put their legs (and other body parts) all over you, is watching the woman you brought do and receive the same response. God bless America. And god bless the long time fact that women strippers let women customers pretty much do whatever they want to them. And I enjoyed watching it happen right before my eyes all night long. You gotta love it..............and you gotta love these clubs..................I wish we had as many strip clubs in Cali as we do Starbux...............But it did make me miss South Florida a little bit.
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