Strip Club part Deux

How's this for an election-year story?!? (And here I always thought Oklahoma was boring... now I sort of want to move there!)

Anyway, enough about politics! There's a lot I want to write about right now, but I don't have a ton of time. So let me try and be brief.

Remember the other day when I wrote about how if you're a girl, and you want to have a lot of fun, that you should go down to a strip-club by yourself? Well, a few days ago I was in an e-mail conversation with one of those awesome people who decided to help me out a bit financially through this site. I was thanking him for his donation, and he told me that he just wanted me to use the cash this time for fun. He said I deserved to have a little fun (or something along those lines). He even suggested I go back to that strip-club and just have a good ol' time.

Well, all this arm-twisting finally got to me, so the other day I cancelled plans to hang out with my girl Meadow and instead took a nice walk.

To the titty-bar! :O

Okay, honestly, how many women do you know (especially reasonably attractive 20-somethings) go to a stripclub, by themselves, just to hang out (unless they work there)? I don't know any. And neither did the stripper I met who I suddenly befriended.

I was there, alone, for about twenty minutes, and even paid for my first two drinks myself (because no one came over initially). Then I went up to the stage to tip the dancer, a beautiful brunette named Star (she eventually gave me her real name, but I won't reveal it here).

So after I tipped her, and she rubbed her breasts in my face (I was already a bit tipsy!), I suddenly found myself the center of attention the way I had been the last time I was there. A couple guys invited me to their table, and I joined them. They asked me what I was doing there and I said that I just like the atmosphere-- they asked if I was a lesbian, and I said that I was bisexual (I'm really not, I don't think-- but that's an issue that keeps coming up on this site, huh?).

Well, when Star got off stage, she joined the three of us. She sat in one of the guys' laps, but she and I basically talked as if they weren't there. Eventually one of them took her away for a private dance, and while they were gone the remaining guy and I talked and drank. I was getting pretty drunk, and pretty frisky-- the guy was cute in a very middle-aged-blue-collar type of way, and soon I was on his lap. Mostly because he kept me in shots and beer, but also because, well... that donor of mine did tell me to have fun! :P

When Star came back, my focus returned to her. Eventually she was onstage again, and I gave her another tip. Both guys grabbed my butt while I was doing this, but it fit with the atmosphere and my current mental state so I didn't really care.

The one guy I'd been flirting with the most asked for my phone number, and I gave it to him, and right after that both of them left (they asked me to join them, but I'm crazy, not stupid!). For the rest of the evening I spent pretty much all my time with Star. I was kept intoxicated by random guys who would come over to chat with her, but buy us both drinks. When I went to the bathroom from time to time, I'm sure I was mistaken for a waitress (I wasn't dressed properly to be mistaken for a dancer), because my ass was pinched about a thousand times.

Star eventually asked me if I wanted to hang out after the bar closed. I agreed, because hey, why not? So I was there for a loooong time... some other interesting stuff happened before closing, but I promised to be brief!

When the bar closed I was allowed to stay inside while all the other customers were filed out by bouncers and waitresses and stuff (Star told them all that I was like, her best friend). Then the two of us went out to her car and took off.

She asked where I lived, and I told her I didn't live alone, so we went to her place. She lives with her boyfriend and his brother, but she said they partied all the time so it'd be cool.

I should stress for a moment how much Star and I hit it off. She's really a sweetie! She's 23-years-old and has been dancing since she was 18. She really knows the job, but she's like... not sleazy. Well, maybe a little, but I think she really showed me her "real" side, you know? She never seemed like she was trying to hustle me or anything... and she wasn't jealous at all that I basically "used" her to get free drinks. The few times I said I might be leaving she actually begged me to stay!

So, we got to her place... I have to say, it's not the nicest place in the world, but hey, what can you do? When we got inside, sure enough, her boyfriend and his brother were playing an X-Box game and drinking beers. She had called ahead to let them know she was bringing over a friend, so immediately they were making room for us, getting me a beer, etc.

The brother (who I'll call Leo) obviously expected me to be all into him. He was probably about 30-years-old, pretty fit, but balding and sort of dirty. He looked like a landscapper, or a construction worker. Star's boyfriend (who I'll call Frank) was similar looking, a couple years younger, but it turned out he was a line-cook at some local restaurant. Both were really nice, but also really drunk (so I was I, though!).

The four of us ended up staying up until the sun rose hours later. I had quite a blast. God, I don't even know where to begin.

First, Star tried to convince me to get a job with her at the stripclub. She told me about how good the money is (which, btw, isn't nearly as good as I always thought! Tina, in TTT, makes an outrageous sum in comparison... I may need to change that in chapter 12 before I publish it to make it more realistic). She told me about how much fun she and the girls had. Well, I told her I didn't think I could, because my boobs aren't that big (she sports large C's, btw!).

I'll save you the details, but let's just say that after getting naked for my new friends they unonimously agreed that I should get a job there. I was naked the rest of the night, too, as was Star, by the way.

Nothing sexual ended up happening between any of us, as surprising as that may sound. There was heavy fliration, some simulated acts (like when Star ground against me for a good ten minutes to demonstrate how to do a lapdance; and when I "practiced" on Leo for a while, too), but nothing "real".

God, I was drunk. I was so drunk, I actually told them that I would get a job there.

I didn't mean it. The next day I realized how crazy that is-- I can't let that happen to me. You know? I can't be that girl-- you know the kind, the kind of girl who says, "I'm just stripping to put myself through college!". It would never work. In that kind of environment, I'd never end up returning to school. I just know me.

So, yeah... when the sun arose and Star's son (who, incidentally, is not Frank's son) woke up crying, Leo gave me a ride home. He was pretty hammered, but it was so early there was absolutely no traffic. I was so wasted he practically carried me to my apartment, where I managed to get the door open and stumble to my bed.

What a night. And guess what? She just called earlier today, to remind me that I'm supposed to meet up with Leo and go down to the bar tomorrow night (Friday). She told me that if I wanted to "work", she could arrange it, but I told her I was still trying to decide if I should... she said that was cool, but that I should definitely come down and "party". Her mom is watching her baby boy tomorrow, so we're supposed to all go out and party after she's done at work.

I'll probably go, but I'm not sure. I think I'll talk to Paul (my roommate) about what his thoughts about all this are. My only worry is that it'll come across as... you know, like an obvious attempt to make him jealous? Esepecially since last night, I finally met his slutty fuck-friend (oops, did I say that? I meant his girlfriend!). She's sort of cute, if you like women who have the bodies of 8-year-old boys, that is.

Sigh. Okay, I gotta run. Thanks everyone for your comments, I truly do read them all!

-shannon-