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This story takes place in downtown Louisville, Kentucky one weekend in May.

No shit. There I was, first time visiting the Ft. Knox area. Four of my coworkers and myself are there for the weekend to attend training for our company. We all thought it was going to be a boring, do nothing weekend. So we decide to go out Thursday night to a local bar, have a few drinks and then go back to the hotel and call it a night. The next day my supervisor (call him M) and I decide to explore the area while the other three were attending their training segments all day (ours was Saturday). After we got back from exploring, we caught up with our group and our sister branch, who had a wild night at the Red Door Lounge, and they had said we should go try them out.

Well we were all hungry except the one girl in our group, so we decide to go out to eat. It is about 7:00pm and everything in the Ft. Knox area was closed or in the process of being closed. So we decide to go up the road about 15 minutes and hit up Buffalo Wild Wings. We hung out there, watched a Pirates game, took food to our colleague at the hotel, and tried to decide what to do next.

M then says,"let's go try the Red Door." We all look at each other and shrugged and said sure. It was the closest one to our hotel and had passed it to go to B Dubs. We pull up and two cars are there. we walk inside at 11:00pm and it is dead. As in tumbleweed blowing across Arizona dead. The attractive bartender (I think she was a dancer too) comes and greets us and we all get a drink thinking that some dancers will come out and perform. Wrong. So my coworker, "W", next to me asks the bartender where some other clubs might be more alive. She says go down the road 15 minutes into downtown Louisville and you will seem them lined up. We all said thanks and left.

The first club we come across is the Green Light Lounge. Looks like there were more people inside. So we pull in and walk through the door. We get our drinks and decide to sit at the stage. A petite 7 is dancing, as we are all enjoying the show, I go up and grab another drink and start chatting with one of the dancers. I'm halfway done with my drink and our DD, "K", says it is time to go. I look over his shoulder and see the other two heading out the door with one of the dancers (who was visibly strung out) nagging at them to stay. So I chug my drink, say it was a pleasure meeting you to the dancer, and walk out the door. I ask K why did we have to go? He looks at me straight in the eye and says, "Two words..... Stinky Butthole." Apparently while I was at the bar, the dancer on stage gave M some extra attention and didn't have the highest value in hygiene. So I nodded my head and got into the van.

Note: This next part of the story has two different segments of myself and the other three.

So the next stop on our journey was the Wild Horse Saloon. Well we definitely knew this place was alive due to the limited parking and the loud music going on provided by live DJs. We walk up to the door and get patted down by a very large black man, pay $20 to a girl who is, no joke, shorter than Phoenix133. We walk to the bar grab our drinks and start to look around. We are the only four white guys in the joint and four of the six white people there. As we are standing there gathering it all in, one of the older dancers comes up to us and ask where we are from and apparently she is from the same neighborhood as W. So she tells us to enjoy ourselves as she leaves to go on stage and we grab an empty table to watch. After a minute we get some dancers walk over and start chatting with us. Most of them are around the 7 range, but the one who approaches me, Lexi, is like an 8.5. So I say hi and we talk for a few minutes and she says she will be back after her turn on stage. I go up tip the current dancer, and watch Lexi dance her three songs and tip as I'm going back to the table. She comes up and asks if I would like a lap dance and of course I say yes, but I only got one song to see how she is. We walk up a spiral staircase to a couch that overlooks the club and she starts to dance and grabs my hands to allow two-way contact. Needless to say she had me hooked.

The song is over and we walked back down, she goes and freshens up and I head over to the stage and enjoy some very intricate pole work. My coworkers seem to enjoy themselves and then M says let's try one of the other clubs and if we don't like it we will come back. So we leave and head over to Bottoms Up. We pull in and M and W go in ahead to check it out, I had to take a phone call. And right before we pay the bouncer, M and W come out say no go. All inside were 6 and below. So we hop in the van drive back to the Saloon.

We head inside after the bouncer recognizes us and as I'm heading to the bar I get slapped multiple times on the ass. I turn around and there is Lexi sitting there with some other dancers giggling. I shrug, grab a drink and go over to a table. Lexi comes over sits on my lap and we start to talk some more. After she goes up and did her turn at the pole she asks if I wanted to go VIP, I said sure. We walk back up the stairs to the room and she starts her 30 min show. Man was I entranced, with a little help from Jameson. Things went swimmingly.

While all this was going on K is sitting at the table sober as can be, and M and W are putting back beer after beer. K is the focus of a larger woman who tries to have GFE with him on the main floor. Oh and BTW she is not a dancer lol. M being drunk, tries to dance with some of the dancers and falls to the floor face first and bounces back up yelling, "Why ain't none of these n*****s dancing with me!?" W on the other hand is enjoying the stage and some lap dance extras. By this time it is 3:30 am Saturday. W goes outside for a smoke and pulls out his phone and starts playing rap. All of a sudden this tall, skinny black guy walks up to him, pulls a 9 millimeter pistol, points at him and says turn that shit off. Being the smoothest guy he can be, W turns it off and tries to reassure him no harm, no foul.

At that point W grabs the other two and head for the van. K turns back into the club to grab me as I was walking down with Lexi. He says it is time to go. So I say my goodbyes and head out the door at 4 am. We get back to the hotel around 4:30, and pass out around 5.

I am the first to wake up at 7, slightly drunk and trying to wake up M to get ready. I turn on the light and there he is passed out and pissed all over himself and the bed. So I go see if K and W are up in the next room. K is but not W. Then I turn around and see the supervisor from our sister branch walking up to us and asking if everyone one is up. He goes in my room and says to M, "M! Wake up you pissed yourself." He then walks to K's room and tries to wake W up. W responds with a monotone single sentence, "Gargle my balls, I'm a rock you can't see me." Me and K die laughing and the supervisor trying not to smile yells at him to get up.

Well we all make it down to the shuttle, still drunk, to go to our training segments. I spent the day outside in the sun, go figure, and had the longest training to complete. For dinner we all go to White Castle and almost clean out the place. The next morning we pack up and did the 8 hour drive back home.