pug said:
OBT baby! Lived in Orlando for about 3 years while I played the mini tours. I know the OBT!! :com:
Strip Clubs......stories and stuff.
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OBT baby! Lived in Orlando for about 3 years while I played the mini tours. I know the OBT!! :com:
Even though I've had some fun with the Vegas clubs, by far my greatest experience was with a Brazilian dancer at a club in Puerto Vallarta. I did everything your not supposed to do and am so thankful I did. Generally not a good idea to go to some strange apartment in a Mexico city that you are not at all familiar with. Fortunatley I didn't wake up in a bathtub of ice with a note to find a hospital.
Now that was an interesting walk of shame. Hungover, hot as hell, wandering out of the strange complex and seeking a cab to take the 30 minute drive back to the all-inclusive resort. Wandering through the lobby and pool at noon with my clothes from the night out and the look I got from everybody in my sister's wedding party out by the pool as a passed by. The guy who seriously advised me not to leave with the girl out of fear for my safety just shaking his head with a combination of relief, anger, and jealousy on his face....Ahh, the precious memories.
Now that was an interesting walk of shame. Hungover, hot as hell, wandering out of the strange complex and seeking a cab to take the 30 minute drive back to the all-inclusive resort. Wandering through the lobby and pool at noon with my clothes from the night out and the look I got from everybody in my sister's wedding party out by the pool as a passed by. The guy who seriously advised me not to leave with the girl out of fear for my safety just shaking his head with a combination of relief, anger, and jealousy on his face....Ahh, the precious memories.
Blackman said:
Hey Black been there several times!!!Old bowling alley.On RT22.The sad part is the owners are guys and are moon1 .I perfer Tits in Bloomfield.Great Happy hour.I'm there every Friday.The Hitching Post is another good one.MAybe one day we will slap a few back!!!
wareagle said:
Went there for my bachelor party this past November, came home without my boxers and grapefruit sized welps all over my ass, those bitches are mean on stage.... But DAMN they are hot, I couldn't believe the acts that were going on, on the stage, that is until I looked down at the stage and noticed you couldn't see it because it was covered in money, and mostly 10's or higher... They rake it in...but DAMN they are hot....
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Blackman
I once went to Hott22 with a chalky one that we both know and it was one of the most abusing, torturing and at the same time disgusting thing that i have ever seen take place at the double deuce.
I am sure that he will chime in on this thread
ltw2
I once went to Hott22 with a chalky one that we both know and it was one of the most abusing, torturing and at the same time disgusting thing that i have ever seen take place at the double deuce.
I am sure that he will chime in on this thread
ltw2
Ok I cant take it anymore, have to chime in. A few guys on this board know this story because it has been told so many times but one of them (RollTide72) was actually with me. We take off from Indy on a Friday night heading to Alabama for a Saturday college football game. We stop and fill up our road cooler and grab a few cigars for the road. Hes driving so I hammer down a quick 4 or 5 beers before he even decides to kick it in. This is my first Alabama game, and I'm pumped! As we are about 6 hours into the trip he starts chirping about this place called the Booby Bungalow that is like the last exit in Tennessee, and he always wanted to stop but never did. Well we have killed our case of beer and both feeling adventurous so I start telling him we ABSOLUTELY must stop. I mean lets be serious, you cant drive by a place called the Booby Bungalow! Especially when you are hammered! Anyway we get to the exit, we are as excited as 2 little kids getting off on the Disney Land exit and there it is! A fukcing little building with 2 BIG ass tits on top, nipples and all, and a sign, Booby Bungalow. LMAO! We s t r o l l right up to the front door, walk in like we own the place, I go to the 450lb door guy, who is in this little caged corridor before you go in, and we still cant see inside.
Me-"I got em both"
Him-"$10.00"
I pay
Me-"Do I need some sort of ticket or something?"
Him-"If you get in without getting shot, they know you paid" :com: :com: :com:
I suddenly don't like this anymore, but its way too late as Big Stud(Roll Tide) is already ramming his way inside. Well boys its 7:59 on a Friday night, we glide in this place ready to party and when we get in there isn't a fukcing sole in the joint. :com: Not one fukcing customer! This just CANT be a good sign but there ARE like 25 dancers and I'm not kidding they are all beautiful. I mean like the ones that you see every once in a while that you just know have only been doing this like 2 weeks. They still look kinda innocent, not all beat up and used, and even still have a little genuine flirt left in their eyes! :mj05:
Server-"Pull up a chair guys you're just in time!!"
Me-"In time for what"
Server-"Its free beer on Friday night from 8-10pm!"
--Current time is 8:02 :com:
Now you know those buzzers that go off in your head? Kinda like sirens, just telling you this is no good. I mean lets be serious, free beer in a strip club on Friday night yet there isn't a person in the whole joint? Are they going to steal our kidneys? I'm too young to die! I just want to see Shaun Alexander play tomorrow! :142crying :142crying
Fukc I didn't even get to try Dreamland!!
Me-"I got em both"
Him-"$10.00"
I pay
Me-"Do I need some sort of ticket or something?"
Him-"If you get in without getting shot, they know you paid" :com: :com: :com:
I suddenly don't like this anymore, but its way too late as Big Stud(Roll Tide) is already ramming his way inside. Well boys its 7:59 on a Friday night, we glide in this place ready to party and when we get in there isn't a fukcing sole in the joint. :com: Not one fukcing customer! This just CANT be a good sign but there ARE like 25 dancers and I'm not kidding they are all beautiful. I mean like the ones that you see every once in a while that you just know have only been doing this like 2 weeks. They still look kinda innocent, not all beat up and used, and even still have a little genuine flirt left in their eyes! :mj05:
Server-"Pull up a chair guys you're just in time!!"
Me-"In time for what"
Server-"Its free beer on Friday night from 8-10pm!"
--Current time is 8:02 :com:
Now you know those buzzers that go off in your head? Kinda like sirens, just telling you this is no good. I mean lets be serious, free beer in a strip club on Friday night yet there isn't a person in the whole joint? Are they going to steal our kidneys? I'm too young to die! I just want to see Shaun Alexander play tomorrow! :142crying :142crying
Fukc I didn't even get to try Dreamland!!
wareagle said:
Normally you won't see us Tide/Tiger fans agree on much... but I am in 100% agreement with Wareagle. I spent New Year's Eve in Memphis several years ago and rang in the New Year at Platinum Plus. I think I sent the ATM into TILT mode that night. :com:
Agent 0659 said:
:iagree:
If I remember correctly, I put the ATM machine on TILT that night as well. What started as a quick stop on the road trip turned into almost 5 hours of boobs, alcohol, more boobs, more alcohol :com:
I can't believe you didn't post the time we went to the Cafe Risque in Micanopy, Florida. This "show club" is about 10 miles south of Gainesville on I-75. While we were killing some time waiting to go to Orlando for the mini-tours (I was caddying for Agent) we checked this place out one night. It was like $8 to get in for each of us and we took a seat in the back of the room. It's a full service restaurant and the girls perform on a long, thin stage behind bars. There was this one hot brunette with nice boobs who lit a guys cigarette by taking two paper matches, wetting and splitting the ends, attaching them to her nipples, lit one, squeezed her boobs together to light the other match, leaned down, lit the guys cig, then shook her boobs to blow the matches out. Agent and I gave her a standing ovation. The burgers were good, just don't get the mayo!
ok, i have 2 stories worth sharing.
the first - Home on leave one summer from the Corps, I'm just turned 21 and at the local nudie bar about 30 minutes from my house with 2 friends on a weeknight.
It gets to be 11pm and these sissies are crying about gettin up for work in the morning... I've got about 8 jack in coke's in me already and 6 more lined up on the bar in front of me... I tell the babies to go on home as I am not leaving my friend Jack to get dumped down the drain...
So its like midnight now... for every jack and coke I put down, the bartender stacked one more on the end of the line..(he's a good friend of my dad's and always thought of me as the son he never had...)
So anyway, its closing in on midnight and we are chatting.. well.. he was talking.. I was slurring words together... not many other people are in the bar anymore, and I have got one cute stripper on each of my knees blowing in my ear. So he asks me how I plan on getting home. I asked around, none of the girls would take me home with them... so he hands me the phone from behind the bar. The conversation goes like this:
Me: hey, you think you can come pick me up?
X: where are you?
Me: I'm down at Rickey's on State. Ken and Topher had to go home, I'm stuck.
X: You realize its midnight already right you idiot?
Me: well mom, I guess that means I have 2 hours of drinking left before you pick me up. *click*
the next morning i woke up... one of those types of wake ups were I didnt open my eyes right away.. just kinda layed there and kept my eyes shut and breathed deep and hard and said to myself: When I open my eyes, I will not scream no matter where I am.
Luckily, I was in the spare room at my mom's house!
Around 8pm that night when I sobered up, she said she really did come down and get me.. and when she walked in the bar I was dancing on the stage for the girls and having a heck of a time. When she drove me home, I kept walking in to the side of the house and hitting the garage door opener.
ahhhh those were the days.
and story #2....
the first - Home on leave one summer from the Corps, I'm just turned 21 and at the local nudie bar about 30 minutes from my house with 2 friends on a weeknight.
It gets to be 11pm and these sissies are crying about gettin up for work in the morning... I've got about 8 jack in coke's in me already and 6 more lined up on the bar in front of me... I tell the babies to go on home as I am not leaving my friend Jack to get dumped down the drain...
So its like midnight now... for every jack and coke I put down, the bartender stacked one more on the end of the line..(he's a good friend of my dad's and always thought of me as the son he never had...)
So anyway, its closing in on midnight and we are chatting.. well.. he was talking.. I was slurring words together... not many other people are in the bar anymore, and I have got one cute stripper on each of my knees blowing in my ear. So he asks me how I plan on getting home. I asked around, none of the girls would take me home with them... so he hands me the phone from behind the bar. The conversation goes like this:
Me: hey, you think you can come pick me up?
X: where are you?
Me: I'm down at Rickey's on State. Ken and Topher had to go home, I'm stuck.
X: You realize its midnight already right you idiot?
Me: well mom, I guess that means I have 2 hours of drinking left before you pick me up. *click*
the next morning i woke up... one of those types of wake ups were I didnt open my eyes right away.. just kinda layed there and kept my eyes shut and breathed deep and hard and said to myself: When I open my eyes, I will not scream no matter where I am.
Luckily, I was in the spare room at my mom's house!
Around 8pm that night when I sobered up, she said she really did come down and get me.. and when she walked in the bar I was dancing on the stage for the girls and having a heck of a time. When she drove me home, I kept walking in to the side of the house and hitting the garage door opener.
ahhhh those were the days.
and story #2....
#2 -
THere is a little bar in Okinawa Japan called "The stage"
It's a nudie bar with a 50$ cover.. the girls are from South America in some drug ridden country.
Anyway, its a pretty unique club.. there is porn on the tv's all over the walls, and the girls are SMOKING HOT. I'm talking like creme your pants looking at them kinda hot; leave your current girlfriend in mid-stroke kinda hot.
So they get up on the stage and do their dance to 2 songs. Now the stage itself is pretty neat.. about a 12 foot diameter circle that rotates around slowly. So the girl leaves the stage, and people start standing up in the crowd and stepping forward to the stage. The little Mr. Miagi looking papa san comes running down with dice in his hand and these people all get a roll of the dice. Whoever gets the highest roll gets up on the stage and gets naked.
Then the girl comes back out for her 3 rd song... lays the guy down... slips on a raincoat..
and proceeds to mount him!!!!!!!
The lights go out, the stage starts spinning, and the spotlight comes on!
That's right.. you get ridden by an incredibly hot chick... center stage.. and you get to high five your friends while you are doing it!
The best time I had there... a girl won the rolling of the dice...
I've never seen so much money thrown on a stage in my entire life.
THere is a little bar in Okinawa Japan called "The stage"
It's a nudie bar with a 50$ cover.. the girls are from South America in some drug ridden country.
Anyway, its a pretty unique club.. there is porn on the tv's all over the walls, and the girls are SMOKING HOT. I'm talking like creme your pants looking at them kinda hot; leave your current girlfriend in mid-stroke kinda hot.
So they get up on the stage and do their dance to 2 songs. Now the stage itself is pretty neat.. about a 12 foot diameter circle that rotates around slowly. So the girl leaves the stage, and people start standing up in the crowd and stepping forward to the stage. The little Mr. Miagi looking papa san comes running down with dice in his hand and these people all get a roll of the dice. Whoever gets the highest roll gets up on the stage and gets naked.
Then the girl comes back out for her 3 rd song... lays the guy down... slips on a raincoat..
and proceeds to mount him!!!!!!!
The lights go out, the stage starts spinning, and the spotlight comes on!
That's right.. you get ridden by an incredibly hot chick... center stage.. and you get to high five your friends while you are doing it!
The best time I had there... a girl won the rolling of the dice...
I've never seen so much money thrown on a stage in my entire life.
So I'm out with former high school friend after he returned from Viet Nam. I don't go to strip clubs, but the occassion seemed to dictate it on this night. This place is in No. Hollywood and is pretty nice ( I guess), with pool tables, 2 stages, full bar, TV's, etc. Well, we play pool for awile, have a few drinks and I listen to some of his war stories before proceeding to sit down and start filling up some g-strings with our cash.
This one particular girl seemed to pay alot of attention to me, even though I was only spending singles not benjamins. The night was uneventful and we got drunk, had lap dances, hooped and hollered as I imagine was appropriate.
Just before we were leaving, the dancer winked and flipped me a matchbook with a phone number on it. It took a couple of days before I mustered the nerve to call the number, but when I did she sounded nice and we agreed to go out for dinner.
Dinner was fine, but we both know what I was there for. Anyway, back at her place in the sack and everything was going well. I'm in the standard missionary position, working away and she says "STOP, hold it a minute", "I want it from behind". I'm all-in for that, but before I can get back into postion, she pulls a shoebox from under the bed and pulls out a dildo. She gets on all fours and proceeds to use the dildo on herself, while demanding I use the backdoor. This now seems too good to be true, so I start back to work and life is good. Not 1 minute later, she stops me again and dives back into the shoebox and pulls out some clothes pins. She puts 1 on each of her nipples and asks me if I need any. I decline (ouch) and go back to work on the rear entrance, while she took care of the front door herself. At this point, I feel like I might be a little over my head with this girl. We finished and while we were catching our breath, she snuggled up and purred something about "watersports".
I suggest we call it a night and hook up next week. I hauled ass never called her again.
This one particular girl seemed to pay alot of attention to me, even though I was only spending singles not benjamins. The night was uneventful and we got drunk, had lap dances, hooped and hollered as I imagine was appropriate.
Just before we were leaving, the dancer winked and flipped me a matchbook with a phone number on it. It took a couple of days before I mustered the nerve to call the number, but when I did she sounded nice and we agreed to go out for dinner.
Dinner was fine, but we both know what I was there for. Anyway, back at her place in the sack and everything was going well. I'm in the standard missionary position, working away and she says "STOP, hold it a minute", "I want it from behind". I'm all-in for that, but before I can get back into postion, she pulls a shoebox from under the bed and pulls out a dildo. She gets on all fours and proceeds to use the dildo on herself, while demanding I use the backdoor. This now seems too good to be true, so I start back to work and life is good. Not 1 minute later, she stops me again and dives back into the shoebox and pulls out some clothes pins. She puts 1 on each of her nipples and asks me if I need any. I decline (ouch) and go back to work on the rear entrance, while she took care of the front door herself. At this point, I feel like I might be a little over my head with this girl. We finished and while we were catching our breath, she snuggled up and purred something about "watersports".
I suggest we call it a night and hook up next week. I hauled ass never called her again.
marine said:
Shit! No wonder my Grandfather would never talk about Okinawa! I always thought it was bad war memories.
Went to the Local G-Stringer for a Party. A few of the guys never have been to this type of Place. I took one of the up for the dollar exchange, pitiful..A Great pair comes by and does her do. My Buddy, never taking his eyes off her Chest, says those aren't real, Dancer never missing a beat tells him if is Dick was inbetween them would it matter, all he could do was shake his head NO. He left shortly. His Wife hits me up for taking him, all I told her was he drove.
ok, I got one, but no spinning stages
ok, I got one, but no spinning stages
One time in Atlanta we were downtown at some martini and cigar bar with a group of work people. We were there for some giant tradeshow and I had already had my golf clubs stolen that day and I needed a few drinks. The boss decides we should head across the street to this mexican joint for some hot food. We get there and there?s a big table full of Scandinavian people with Nokia shirts on. This was back when everybody had those big black nokia cell phones.
So the boss orders about twenty tequila shots and we have a big toast with the nokia people. Then they reciprocate with twenty more shots. I am chasing the tequila with multiple negra modelos and somewhere on the bottom were two dirty martinis.
We are leaving the place and my buddy Earl says, ?Look at all these untouched tequila shots!? I squint and feel the frijoles introducing themselves to the distilled contents of my stomach. But what were we to do? We quickly worked the now abandoned tables until all the tequila shots were empty.
Out on the street some people headed back to the hotel, but six of us climbed into a cab and said, ?Take us to the best strip club in Atlanta!? This was no ordinary cab. Like a ?79 Kingswood station wagon where the third row seat faces out the back. The cab driver knows he?s got whatever fare he wants at this point and proceeds to get onto the interstate. Me and Earl are in that far back seat, and commence to ride backwards at 80 MPH. Thank God it was June and the window was down because when Earl started to wretch his sopapillas out the window it wasn?t pleasant.
We get to this place, the Pink Poodle or something like that, and the boss gives the cab driver a big tip. He even gives us a napkin for Earl who says he ain?t feeling too good. He wants to sit outside for awhile and get some fresh air. This of course is the greatest thing that could happen since no one wants to walk into a titty bar with a falling down guy named Earl who has vomit on his shirt and a face the color of a penn state helmet. So I leave him in some bushes and make my way into this glitzy joint to check things out.
One of the guys hands me a scotch on the rocks and I sit down at the bar. It doesn?t take long before this stripper sits down with me and puts her tongue in my ear. Now that really gets me going for some reason and I buy her a drink. I think it was a white Russian. I am sincerely enjoying myself as this broad has these nice long legs and a set of those luscious boobs like backward sevens. She won?t give up on the ear either. She keeps making like she?s trying to tell me something over the loud music and she leans into my ear and swishes her tongue in it. It feels like a goldfish in my ear. I order two more drinks.
Now one of the guys is motioning to get my attention from afar. I head over and he says the boss has arranged for us to have a ?private room? full of strippers to celebrate Dave?s bachelor party. Well, we already had a bachelor party for Dave back home (that?s another story) and why leave the party atmosphere of the stages, the lights, the naked girls strolling everywhere. Plus I was certain I had fallen in love with the fish-tongue girl.
So I go back to the private room. Each guy gets his own dancer and Dave gets two. The boss has two also, with their hands on his chest, he orders beers for all. We are seated in a circular black leather pit couch. There?s this four inch shelf behind it and the girls use the shelf to brace themselves as they do continuous lap dances for an hour. The shelf has ashtrays and beer bottles everywhere so the girls keep shifting shit around like they do. This stripper climbs on top of me and starts to grind on me like she?s winning a teatherball game. It?s too much frenzy actually, kind of numbs me in a way. I lean back and stretch out my arms and knock two cold beers off the shelf. One of them spills perfectly down the collar of the bosses shirt.
I decide to go check on Earl. He is still in the same bushes and I encourage him to come inside and get some ice water. He thinks he can rally so I help him past the bouncers and pay his cover. I take him back to the private room and one of the strippers goes to work on him. Two minutes later his eyes are closed but he?s still sitting up. I keep looking over there to make sure he isn?t going to throw up again and at one point I look over and his stripper was allowing him to do things that have to be illegal in Georgia. All with his eyes closed.
It gets fuzzy from there, but I remember leaving the private room and looking for the girl with the long legs. I never found her again. The boss racked up about $5,000 that night. He had to leave work every day for a month after that to beat his wife to the mailbox until the credit card bill arrived. He is a good boss and all those guys still work for him eight years later.
ok, I got one, but no spinning stages
One time in Atlanta we were downtown at some martini and cigar bar with a group of work people. We were there for some giant tradeshow and I had already had my golf clubs stolen that day and I needed a few drinks. The boss decides we should head across the street to this mexican joint for some hot food. We get there and there?s a big table full of Scandinavian people with Nokia shirts on. This was back when everybody had those big black nokia cell phones.
So the boss orders about twenty tequila shots and we have a big toast with the nokia people. Then they reciprocate with twenty more shots. I am chasing the tequila with multiple negra modelos and somewhere on the bottom were two dirty martinis.
We are leaving the place and my buddy Earl says, ?Look at all these untouched tequila shots!? I squint and feel the frijoles introducing themselves to the distilled contents of my stomach. But what were we to do? We quickly worked the now abandoned tables until all the tequila shots were empty.
Out on the street some people headed back to the hotel, but six of us climbed into a cab and said, ?Take us to the best strip club in Atlanta!? This was no ordinary cab. Like a ?79 Kingswood station wagon where the third row seat faces out the back. The cab driver knows he?s got whatever fare he wants at this point and proceeds to get onto the interstate. Me and Earl are in that far back seat, and commence to ride backwards at 80 MPH. Thank God it was June and the window was down because when Earl started to wretch his sopapillas out the window it wasn?t pleasant.
We get to this place, the Pink Poodle or something like that, and the boss gives the cab driver a big tip. He even gives us a napkin for Earl who says he ain?t feeling too good. He wants to sit outside for awhile and get some fresh air. This of course is the greatest thing that could happen since no one wants to walk into a titty bar with a falling down guy named Earl who has vomit on his shirt and a face the color of a penn state helmet. So I leave him in some bushes and make my way into this glitzy joint to check things out.
One of the guys hands me a scotch on the rocks and I sit down at the bar. It doesn?t take long before this stripper sits down with me and puts her tongue in my ear. Now that really gets me going for some reason and I buy her a drink. I think it was a white Russian. I am sincerely enjoying myself as this broad has these nice long legs and a set of those luscious boobs like backward sevens. She won?t give up on the ear either. She keeps making like she?s trying to tell me something over the loud music and she leans into my ear and swishes her tongue in it. It feels like a goldfish in my ear. I order two more drinks.
Now one of the guys is motioning to get my attention from afar. I head over and he says the boss has arranged for us to have a ?private room? full of strippers to celebrate Dave?s bachelor party. Well, we already had a bachelor party for Dave back home (that?s another story) and why leave the party atmosphere of the stages, the lights, the naked girls strolling everywhere. Plus I was certain I had fallen in love with the fish-tongue girl.
So I go back to the private room. Each guy gets his own dancer and Dave gets two. The boss has two also, with their hands on his chest, he orders beers for all. We are seated in a circular black leather pit couch. There?s this four inch shelf behind it and the girls use the shelf to brace themselves as they do continuous lap dances for an hour. The shelf has ashtrays and beer bottles everywhere so the girls keep shifting shit around like they do. This stripper climbs on top of me and starts to grind on me like she?s winning a teatherball game. It?s too much frenzy actually, kind of numbs me in a way. I lean back and stretch out my arms and knock two cold beers off the shelf. One of them spills perfectly down the collar of the bosses shirt.
I decide to go check on Earl. He is still in the same bushes and I encourage him to come inside and get some ice water. He thinks he can rally so I help him past the bouncers and pay his cover. I take him back to the private room and one of the strippers goes to work on him. Two minutes later his eyes are closed but he?s still sitting up. I keep looking over there to make sure he isn?t going to throw up again and at one point I look over and his stripper was allowing him to do things that have to be illegal in Georgia. All with his eyes closed.
It gets fuzzy from there, but I remember leaving the private room and looking for the girl with the long legs. I never found her again. The boss racked up about $5,000 that night. He had to leave work every day for a month after that to beat his wife to the mailbox until the credit card bill arrived. He is a good boss and all those guys still work for him eight years later.
no pepper said:
The Pink Pony....great story btw
And I agree that Platinum Plus is by far the best I have been too...close 2nd is CH2 in LV
Agent, you left an important part off the name of the establishment: "World Famous Boobie Bungalow"! Glad to see they have improved things.
Went to college on a golf scholarship about 10-15 minutes from this fine establishment many moons ago. Was meeting some friends for a "hookup" and this was a convenient meeting place. We decide to go in for a beer. Swear on my next hooked tee shot, the first woman we see on stage is 7-8 months pregnant if she is a day, dancing on the pole with not a stick of clothing :scared The next gets up and she is 5'2 and 195 lbs {not that there is anything wrong} :scared Here we are 4 hard up young college lads looking at each other with WTF is going on here. Now to top it off, the first entreprenurial type slides into our table and asks we like to be buy her a cocktail she would like to "hang out" with us a while. Well this fine specimen was about 5'3 and 87 lbs and missing most of her teeth that should be showing :scared :scared We politely declined, said we were only there for one beer and she just definitely reconfirmed that decision.
I had heard that a conglomerate of strip clubs had bought them and were rotating the girls between spots. It sure is bad when you are 19 and get excited when the wind blows and have to get a buzz kill like that.
Went to college on a golf scholarship about 10-15 minutes from this fine establishment many moons ago. Was meeting some friends for a "hookup" and this was a convenient meeting place. We decide to go in for a beer. Swear on my next hooked tee shot, the first woman we see on stage is 7-8 months pregnant if she is a day, dancing on the pole with not a stick of clothing :scared The next gets up and she is 5'2 and 195 lbs {not that there is anything wrong} :scared Here we are 4 hard up young college lads looking at each other with WTF is going on here. Now to top it off, the first entreprenurial type slides into our table and asks we like to be buy her a cocktail she would like to "hang out" with us a while. Well this fine specimen was about 5'3 and 87 lbs and missing most of her teeth that should be showing :scared :scared We politely declined, said we were only there for one beer and she just definitely reconfirmed that decision.
I had heard that a conglomerate of strip clubs had bought them and were rotating the girls between spots. It sure is bad when you are 19 and get excited when the wind blows and have to get a buzz kill like that.
dunclock said:
LMAO! A few of the girls we were, umm errr uh mingling with were from out of state and said they drive 4-5 hours to work there. They had a place they stayed for the weekend.
