At the Strip Club

Sunday I went to the area strip club with some friends. I hadn’t been to a strip club for a long time so when they suggested going I was all for it. The club we went to is called Silk and is one of the better strip clubs in Milwaukee. We had free passes and the plan was to go in and just stay for an hour or so.

We walked in the door and grabbed some beers. They had a nice atmosphere going on. I mean, titties everywhere, and titties everywhere is a great atmosphere. (Which reminds me, check out Swandad’s post here that has several pictures of boobs and cleavage and all that good stuff.) I noticed this hot little Latino girl up on stage. Nice ass, really thin waist, not a whole lot upstairs but her boobs fit her frame very nicely. I hunted her down and asked for a lap dance. They had a special that night and the lap dances were $15. So she took me in the back room all the way back in the corner. There was a song playing already so we sat and chatted a little till the next song started. Then the song started and she started her routine. I’ve had lap dances there before but never like this one. This girl was all up in my crotch, bouncing up and down. After the first song she asked if I’d like another one. I had won $50 at the casino so I figured sure, why not. For the second song she took off her thigh-high stockings. We continued to talk a bit and she seemed really friendly. I know they have the whole “no hands” rule at strip clubs but sometimes the strippers will let you touch them. So I put my hands on her thighs. No problem. I moved my hands to her waist. Still no problem. And then the song ended. Once again, she asked if I’d like to stay for another one. After two seconds of thought I nodded my head like I was a Prince Fielder bobble head doll (who is leading the National League in home runs by the way. At $415,000/yr he’s only one home run behind New York’s $27,708,525/yr Alex Rodriquez). Halfway into the third song I had my hands firmly planted on her ass as she bounced it in front of me on my lap. Shit, I was having a good old time until the bouncer walked over and reminded me that there wasn’t any touching. Whoops. The stripper giggled, “Ha, we got caught!” and continued with the grinding. During the fourth song (yes, I know, fourth) the dirtiness continued. At one point I wasn’t sure if my finger was actually touching her asshole or not. She turned around and sat on my hand which was on my leg, rubber her vag up and down. I could feel moistness through her panties. I took my other hand and slowly put it down the front of her underwear. I was almost to the sweet spot when the song ended. She looked at me, panting, and said, “I don’t think I can do another song. I get really wet down there.” I understood her point. It would probably look bad if I walked out of the back room with a wet mark on my pants. So I thanked her and paid her leaving a fairly decent tip.

Friends, family members, and especially you Father Tom, this was not my story. This was the old roommate’s story about his weekend trip to Silk. I couldn’t believe what he was saying when he was telling me the story. I started to cringe when he mentioned putting his hands on her hips. I would not have to balls to do anything like this at a strip club (but if you want to come back to my place…). No, on the rare (and I mean rare) occasion that I end up at a strip club and I splurge on a lapper, I sit there with my hands at my sides and enjoy the show. I don’t move a fucking muscle. I figure if some girl is grinding on you in just her underwear you should respect the rules and be a good patron. Well, you know, at least don’t slip your dick in her until after she’s done working.