My first time

1/8/2021 6:58:20 PM

My bro and i went to a strip club for the first time.The place smelly as a bait shop and dark as haunted house. The bouncer asked me for my ID because I look like i am 16 but really 22. He gave us the rundown and I couldn't hear what he had to say, because the rap music was so loud and my attention was focused elsewhere(boobies).

So I had no Idea what I just gotten myself into at that juncture and grew so nervous my palms became moist like I just high fived a dolphin. My brother led me to the center table where the stripper was showing off her privates for us pathetic bastards to feast our eyes on. we were supposed to put money on the table but my social anxiety crippled me and all common sense evaporated at that point

The stripper looked at me as if she sensed my fear,I felt like a mail man and she was the angry bitch trying to sink her teeth in me. She then Stood up in front walked my towards my direction,I looked away Just to focus my gaze to a guy with a shirt that read "FUCK ME" in bold white letters, instantly i knew he was a regular at the club.

I am a guy that gets nervous talking to girls in my class; being the kissless virgin I am, I guess I had to man up and stare at eye level between the mysterious pussy, the thing that made up about 80% of my corny dirty jokes my cousins snicker at . In my mind I thought "this is what it is like to see a women naked in real life, this is a real cunt " Thinking i would be a expert at this since i had watched hundreds of of porn videos on my PC this should be no problem. Then she kneels down and grabs the back of my head, she places my head in between her breasts and slaps them across my face. Good thing the room was dark because the embarrassment was so overwhelming it was even rubbing off of her. she said "are you ok with this?" I unintelligibly mumbled "what" she replied "me rubbing my tits on your face" me "yeah i guess". Already Feeling molested I look on to my brother, he was having the laugh of his life at my expense.

It gets worse for me here on out. The DJ at the club announced "Get your raffle tickets out it is time to select our winners for today" My brother was given two pink raffle tickets at the entrance, I was clueless to their existence. The DJ yells in his mic with the stereotypical radio voice " the ticket with the digits ending in 84 please bring it to me your prize will be waiting" This was the only time that I wanted my ticket number to be just another grain of sand in a prospectors pan. Reading the first digits of my ticket i had slowly hoping it would be a losing number. Nope, looks like I had a one ounce solid nugget of 84. I tried to keep a poker face and put my ticket casually back on the table, upside down of course. My brother took the ticket out of my hand and brought it to the light and said "GO UP THERE WE HAVE A WINNER DON'T BE A QUEER" People in the club looked at me and laughed, It was grammar school allover again. If there was a human limit to embarrassment that once crossed it would cause death I went over that line by a European football field. I didn't go to the DJ ,and my brother thought I was truly gay. Because why else would he bring a kissles virgin that never had a relationship with the opposite sex to a place like this?

My brother ordered a lap dance from a 10/10 girl that would not so much as knowledge his existence outside of the bar. I conveniently remembered I had to use the restroom. I asked a beautiful girl where was the rest room was located, she led me through the mass of bodies and odor to the one place where I could unload my tank. She was like a lieutenant leading a private through the jungle in his first time in battle. Her words "excuse me" were like napalm bombs creating a trail through the foliage to the restroom.

I walked back to the seat, my bro was there, and he looked satisfied. I took my seat looking around and he said "want a lap dance? pick a hen , my treat" I however grew numb to embarrassment, the entire place thought i was gay and now about to refuse a lap dance. He said "Fuck it lets go after, this drink though" I slid my hand in between the seat cushions looking for spare change and I grab something cotton. It was a thong. So I ball it up in my hand and place it in my pocket.

We leave the club and once in the car I reveal the thong i had stolen as a vain attempt to prove my heterosexuality. He begins to laugh excessively then the worst of the worst happens. The cat doesn't want to start after many turns of the key. He calls mom and she knows where we have been. My mind is full of fuck and just when I had thought I had reached the breaking point of embarrassment this happens.

She came out of the car and gave us one of her talks which included screaming at my brother and I. Then my brother reveals the thong and explained what happened in the club, he mentioned that I was a little faggot and my mom seemed more disappointing that i refused a lap dance then then anything else.

I learned something that day, that asking a girl out and be denied cannot be as embarrassing. I will have enough confidence. It is like doing a cannon ball in a cool swimming pool then after that doing it again. I have touched a breast and now I have enough confidence to do it finally talk to girls I think...