This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

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Friday, October 01, 2004



So tonite my friends and I went to the strip club I used to work. We walk in and just start laughing. I love going to the strip club with Masta, he always is so fucking crazy. Screaming "SHOW ME THE BEAVER" and such. Yeah we were holding our regular spot in perverts row, There was one really hot women on stage, and she took of her bra and put it on Masta's head. The DJ then came on the mic announcing that the loudest dude in the crowd, was going to score a free lap dance from Raven, the beauty on stage. So of course I she picks me, I was hardly loud, but she had been staring at me her whole set.
She gets off stage, gets dressed and walks over to our table.
"come with me honey" she seductively says to me.
I try to argue that I don't want it, and that she should go and make some money instead of giving it to me for free. She insisted and I agreed.
She leads me into the back room, and sits me down in a booth.
"this song is almost over." she explains."do you just wanna chat for a bit before the next one starts?"
"sure" I reply.
so we begin talking and I tell her, that instead of dancing for me I would rather just talk to her. You see, since I had worked at this club when I was younger, I had never really enjoyed having the girls dance for me. Some people call me fucked up for that, but I had always made friends with most of the dancers I worked with. Raven was new, she had just started striping a few weeks early, and let me tell you, she could really work it on stage, and she was beautiful, in her mid 30's and was using this job to pay her way through University. It being the end of the month, the club was loaded with strippers trying to make enough money to pay rent for October. Its really ironic, because there are probably 2 girls for every guy in there. Most of them just end up sitting on the couches talking to one another. I would say on average, 1 out of every 5 guys buys a lapdance. I explained all this to Raven as we talked. The song came to an end, and I tried to convince her to quit, telling her she was far to pretty to be a stripper, but she would not listen. Why do I have such a Messiah complex? I am constantly trying to save everyone from every ailment that they might have.
Sorry if this post disappointed any of you with the lack of sexiness.

killed softly at 10/01/2004 01:16:00 AM
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