Reply With QuoteI enjoy the occasional strip club visit while hanging out with friends or while in vegas with Jen.
If your working it to the music and come out wearing an actuall outfit/theme you get extra points.
I am not the guy that spends his whole paycheck at the strip club. I also could count the amount of lapdances I have got on one hand.(Most were bought for me)
It's fun
I can't say that about the lap dances, but basically everything else is just about right for me too. When you are in a platoon of 14 guys, you are going to end up going to a strip club in whatever town you are working in. That is just the way it is.
Which brings up an interesting story... I had this Chief I didn't care for very much, kind of a dick and a know it all, but he was my Chief so under all work situations I was very, very respectful to him. Once we got out on the town though... stand by.
We ended up this one night at the "Chickasaw Club" in Fort Chaffee, AR and walking in the door was like "From Dusk 'till Dawn" minus the hot vampires. Nothing but southern boys and truckers.
Well we blow in there like a damn tornado. Bunch of guys in great shape and all Class "A" personalities. We also have pockets full of cash and some time to kill on a Friday night before going and hitting the bars. So, we end up at the aforementioned dungeon.
First smell is tortuous. Kind of a mix of really bad English Leather after shave and Debbie Gibson's "Electric Youth" perfume left over from the 80's. Plus cigarrettes. (Once you roll in you need to start smoking just to make the smell not as horrifying). Then you see the women. Some descent talent, but for the most part the chicks are damn near coming out in sweatpants and JCPenney 18 hour bras. The guys are all eating it up. Then I lay my eyes on "the one"
Everyone is scared of "the one". She is clingy, looks like a guy and has lots and lots of issues. All of which she doesn't have the slightest problem belaboring you with. Big dumb Target heels and glitter everywhere. Plus, she is wearing "bcg's" or "birth control glasses". Meaning... glasses so ugly you are surely not going to get laid. She has two visible C-section scars that look like they were performed with a blowtorch and pliers. Maybe a pair of nail clippers thrown in the mix. Her bush is wild and sticking out the sides of the white cotton panties she has on and kind of running down the legs a little too. I wouldn't call her armpits "hairy" per se, but they hadn't been shaved in a little while. Kind of an unkept shaved.
Stupid greasy hair too. Basically, she was the worst case scenario for a stripper. I went right up to her.
"How much are you going to take down in tips here tonight?"
"Probably $100 or so" (Of course this is probably bullshit, but I roll with it...)
"You see that guy over there that looks like the Grinch?'
"Yeah..."
"Well, as soon as we walked in he started talking about you, and we all want to hook him up. He is a little shy you see, and he would never come up to you on his own. Basically, here is $120... hang with him all night and give him lap dances until we leave and it is yours. Just don't tell him that we paid for it and act like you really like him..."
"Deal"
And she walks over to him with her best swivel-hipped hooker walk and grabs him by the collar. She kind of drags him back into the VIP section and that was the last we saw of him until we left.
To this day, he has no idea why that happened, and I think he was scarred by what he saw that night. Kind of mellowed him out a bit though. He described her as "Skeletor" henceforth.
