The Case of the Missing Stripper
jackslash
Detroit strip clubs
I'm faced with a mystery. When I left my home this morning, a stripper was asleep in my bed. When I returned, she had disappeared.
I had left her sleeping peacefully at 7AM, and when I called around 1PM, she was still in bed and sounded groggy. I told her I would be back by 5:30 to drive her home.
But when I pulled into my garage and walked upstairs calling "Christie," I heard no response. My bed was empty except for a tangle of sheets and blankets and a pair of pink and white panties. Where was she?
I searched the house. Her iPhone, purse and joints were gone. My iPad, MacBook and TV were still there, so she hadn't robbed me. Christie is my ATF and considering the amount of money I spend on her, it would be very short-sighted to rob me. Of course, strippers are often short-sighted.
She had not left a note. I found some dirty dishes in the sink, revealing she had eaten lunch. I checked the front door. The dead bolt was open but the spring lock was locked, so she had gone out that way. Someone must have picked her up.
I phoned her and texted her, but she has not responded.
So where is she? Lying drunk at home? Lying drunk in a motel? Lying dead in a Detroit drug house?
The mystery continues.
I had left her sleeping peacefully at 7AM, and when I called around 1PM, she was still in bed and sounded groggy. I told her I would be back by 5:30 to drive her home.
But when I pulled into my garage and walked upstairs calling "Christie," I heard no response. My bed was empty except for a tangle of sheets and blankets and a pair of pink and white panties. Where was she?
I searched the house. Her iPhone, purse and joints were gone. My iPad, MacBook and TV were still there, so she hadn't robbed me. Christie is my ATF and considering the amount of money I spend on her, it would be very short-sighted to rob me. Of course, strippers are often short-sighted.
She had not left a note. I found some dirty dishes in the sink, revealing she had eaten lunch. I checked the front door. The dead bolt was open but the spring lock was locked, so she had gone out that way. Someone must have picked her up.
I phoned her and texted her, but she has not responded.
So where is she? Lying drunk at home? Lying drunk in a motel? Lying dead in a Detroit drug house?
The mystery continues.
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Dancers are notorious for being unpredictable, unreliable, unconcerned about others, even the "hands that feed them." I had a former long-time fave show similar lack of concern when she felt it was time to kick me out of her life. If this were my situation, and she didn't have an adequate explanation, once I could speak with her, I'd just dump her and go on to another. I don't have any tolerance for flaky dancers.
I guess you could say I did pay one stripper for sex.
She ran out to Wal-Mart to get a bottle of Dawn.
She came back, but before she could do the dishes, she spied the Stueben crystal egg on your mantle. Proving the old adage, "you can take the stripper out of the club, but they will always be lying, thieving, whores", she took the egg and headed to the nearest pawn shop.
Moral of the story: buy a dishwasher
That's some risky business, motor. Risky indeed.
Alucard, ...
Would make for an interesting phone call though.
Sometimes they roll back there.
"I*******" I said, "Where have you been? I have been searching everywhere for you."
"Oh, I guess I forgot to call you." she said.
I had forgotten that dancers are like that, silly me.
But if I want girls who are responsible, thoughtful and considerate, I should go to the library, not strip clubs.