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The club was dark--duh. Black lights--yeah. Topless, not full nude.

In Vegas, the city that truly never sleeps, my friend's divorce "party". You know that means? He wants to do as much crazy thing possible. Another friend orders a limo. First dancer awaits for us inside.

There's 3 of us, and it's about fifteen minutes to the club. They have some sort of internal clock or something, but I swear she gave us dances five minute each on the nose. Ah, the smell of stripper perfume. I'm the second to go, and she starts, well grinding me, hard, like using my leg as a masturbation pole. She does the usual, push my face in her panties, into her tits, and then she starts to doggy style the matter right in my face. All in the mean while she talks to me and keeps asking if I'm liking it, and I said well yeah, who the heck wouldn't say they like this? She laughs and continues to give me the lap "dance." After we get out, and get in, we take our seats, and already get swarmed like bees to a jar of honey.

My friend, gets me a vip lap dance, pays some dollars for it, and I'm in there for 30 minutes. Nice Latina girl walks right in, and we talk. Yeah, that's right we talk. I realized something I can take advantage of, and it's her input on anything. She's my personal coach anything girl or sex related. It takes her awhile to be honest of course because simple questions like, "Does size matter?" are responded with, "No baby, but you don't need worry, I can feel you have a big cock."...I can honestly say I do not. Maybe average if I'm being generous.

So While she does her dance, i'm not ONLY going to talk to her, I ask every question that you can't normally ask a girl. Just every single one, and I keep reminding her, just respond, and please don't use that stripper voice. I'm paying you to be honest, and well for this lap dance as well. She seems to get the hint. Of course now, maybe everything she told me was a lie, since you know they do work on trying to appease to senses and to what we might want to hear, but you know, the same accusations can be on anyone. But this time, you are asking questions you want no one to know. All in the mean while you get a lap dance that's basically good for the heart (men who look at breasts for 30 minutes are working out their hearts that is equivalent to an hour of workout.) And my VIP dance consisted a lot more than staring at breast.