It's been a rainy, overcast day where I am. After reading the discussion, "Spring Cleaning," I feel a need to add to the gloom by starting a discussion on depressing strip club happenings.
I've always loved my club time, but every once in a while, real life intrudes with a bit of club drama that serves as a momentary buzzkill to all the hot women and action. Actually, I shouldn't be this cold. Some of these moments are genuinely sad for the people involved.
I remember two, in particular:
- A stripper who came back to work after being away for a while. She showed up with her stripper bag (containing clothes, makeup, etc.) and an extra 30-40 pounds on her ass and thighs. She was tall and curvy anyhow, but the weight was really noticeable. Almost immediately, the owner stopped her and screamed across the bar, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME BACK TILL YOU LOST THE WEIGHT! LOSE THE WEIGHT!" She dropped her head, said goodbye to another stripper and quietly walked out the door. At one time she used to work there five days a week and was very popular. I never saw her again.
- I agreed to a dance from a granny stripper one time because the club was so dark. At first all I noticed was long blonde hair and big tits. Once she got close I saw a face with more wrinkles than grandpa's ball sack. She was a regular dancer at the club, but I never agreed to another dance. Two years later, I watched nearly every guy in a packed club tell her no one night in a five minute span. She retreated to the dressing room, put her street clothes on and left after briefly waving to me. I never saw her again. I guess old strippers, like old soldiers, just fade away.
Any other sad stories?
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