Tales from the Strip...
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- fooler20
so last night me and my buddy go the strip club. We haven't seen each other for a few months so we wanted to get some drinks, shoot the shit, and see some boobies.
I go to the ATM to get some cash and I'm immediately bombarded by girls offering a private dance. I decline and say I just got here give me a few minutes to get my drink on. After a few more drinks more and more girls stop by for some chit chat working me for private dances. Asking what I did for a living, where Im from etc etc.
After a few drinks I finally oblige one and get a private dance and go back to our table.
Now it's on! It was like feeding pigeons! Once one knows you have something for her they come flocking! Finally after declining like 8 dances from 8 different girls the last once pops down for a chat.
I was sick of telling them that I was a designer and worked for an ad agency which led them to believe I was loaded so I lied and said I worked for the City. She asked me if I wanted a private dance and I politely declined. She asked if it was because I thought she was ugly and I politely said no even know she looked like Kim Deal. She asked if it was because I was to drunk and I politely said I wasn't to drunk I just wasn't interested. The she started saying I was what they call a VIP. A Very Intoxicated Person, even though I had only had 4 watered down drink. Then she asked if I didn't want a dance because I was gay and I politely said I wasn't gay I just wasn't interested in her. Then she started bitching at me about she was glad I worked for the city and got a good wage and that she hopes my pension is good because she wasn't going to be able to afford to retire making 2 or 3 bucks a song dancing on a pole and that she needed to make more money from guys doing private dancing. At this point I was done being polite since I was being lectured by a stripper and I said to her "maybe you should go to school, get an education and consider another career" with this smart ass look on my face. She gets up and the next thing I know I'm being asked to leave for harassing the girls. Total B.S. but I was done with that place anyway.