A Real Rainstorm
jackslash
Detroit strip clubs
Making it rain is not common in the upscale, mostly white clubs I visit in the Detroit area. But yesterday I saw a real rainstorm.
When I arrived in the club, a single dancer was on stage. She was stark naked. Well, not stark naked. She wore stripper shoes and a garter around one thigh. A guy walked up to her and began flipping $1 bills in front of her until there was a whole pile in front of her. After the song ended the guy went to the smoking bar upstairs that overlooks the stage. He threw off a bunch of $1's--probably 40 or 50--, and they rained all over the stage and onto the floor. A couple landed near me.
When the dancer got off stage, I handed her a $1 that I had picked up, and I said, "You have an admirer."
She held out her garter so I could insert the bill, and said, "He loves my pussy."
When I arrived in the club, a single dancer was on stage. She was stark naked. Well, not stark naked. She wore stripper shoes and a garter around one thigh. A guy walked up to her and began flipping $1 bills in front of her until there was a whole pile in front of her. After the song ended the guy went to the smoking bar upstairs that overlooks the stage. He threw off a bunch of $1's--probably 40 or 50--, and they rained all over the stage and onto the floor. A couple landed near me.
When the dancer got off stage, I handed her a $1 that I had picked up, and I said, "You have an admirer."
She held out her garter so I could insert the bill, and said, "He loves my pussy."
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