The last time I was in strip club was a few years ago. I had an appt with my ATF that evening & took off work early. I had an hour to kill & was looking for something to do. I drive past a strip club--a friend had said this place was the nicest SC in the metro.
I walk in & immediately regret it. I'm wearing a suit (sans tie), and way overdressed for this place. Crazy Eyes stands by the door, not sure if he's an enforcer/bouncer or simply a burnout. A stripper is on stage, a 7/10 & too heavy for a g-string, dancing to Led Zep's "Whole Lotta Love". Jesus, their music is only four decades behind. It's a big stage & roomy inside, but smells of beer & piss. Most of the men are sitting near the stage, looking lonely & desperate. I order a beer at the bar, my back to the stage.
I'm immediately double-teamed by two strippers, one on either side of me. If you check the NYMag piece "The Hustlers of Scores", this is a common practice. From the article: "it’s actually better for strippers to work together, because while most men might be able keep their wits, and their wallets, around one scantily clad, sweet-smelling sylph, they tend to lose their grip around three or four."
The blonde on my left is a skank, but the brunette on my right is rather cute with a firm bod. She smiles--she's still wearing braces (omg). I wonder how old she is.
Blonde Skank: You wanna go upstairs with us?
Z: What's upstairs.
Blonde Skank: (rubs my leg) You can have fun with both of us upstairs.
I take a pull on my beer & glance over at Crazy Eyes. His wild stare is fixed on us. The play is already in motion, and I'm on the wrong end of it.
Z: I think I'll stay here & watch the show.
I finish half my beer, tip the bartender & leave. Since I was seeing my ATF within the hour, I wasn't all torqued up about getting some pussy from a stripper. But I can see where dudes can get really fucked up in there. --z