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OTC adventure with blackout drunk dancer

Lone_Wolf

Arizona

Scenario: After mind blowing p4p OTC session with a dancer (let’s call her Bambi), I ask Bambi if I could take her to lunch. She eagerly accepts.

Bambi is dark haired beauty. Ultra feminine with a quick, cute wit. She leans closely to an 8. With enough war paint and right sexy clothes, Bambi can often pull off an 8.5.

I take her to a small independent Italian place where we had a great time drinking wine and eating delicious food. Scratch that, I was eating but, to my chagrin, Bambi barely picked at her Lasagna. Regardless, the wine flowed freely leading to fun conversation and laughter.

Neither Bambi nor I were ready to quit partying so we drove over to a neighborhood dive bar that was mostly empty except for a few old drunks minding their own business sitting at the bar.

At the dive bar, Bambi and I thought it was best to switch from wine and start drinking margaritas and shots of Patron. We played pool and danced to slow classic love songs playing on the box. It was that rare magical combination of right music, mood, location, service, and drink that I’ve come to expect when taking one of these honeys out.

After a couple hours at the dive bar, to my surprise, Bambi wanted to keep partying. Bambi’s face lit up in delight when I suggested we go to nearby dive strip club.

We take an Uber to the dive sc and sit at the tip rail. We order a couple drinks and shots and I get 100 in ones to for Bambi and I to tip with (taking a stripper to a club is not cheap).

All starts off well with Bambi playfully tipping the average looking MILF’s on stage. Each dancer on stage attempts to kiss Bambi when she tips but Bambi turns her head each time. Good times.

I notice Bambi is starting to tip these very average looking dancers about ten per song. I playfully and gently tell Bambi she can tip what she wants but if she continues tipping 10 per song we would have to leave soon.

When Bambi looks up, I am stunned to see the look of glee on her face and the happiness in her eyes has somehow turned into vile anger and hatred. In mere seconds, Bambi has changed from happy and playful to a miserable pissed off bitch. Bambi’s whole demeanor had changed.

“What the fuck is your problem? I’m just having fun.” Bambi says with anger and emotion. It is like she no longer recognized me and has forgotten the fun day we’ve had. This is followed by Bambi loudly spewing hate filled gibberish that made no sense.

Oh shit. I knew the party was over. Bambi had crossed over into “blackout ugly drunk” status and there is no coming back from that without sleep.

I calmly reminded Bambi who I am and where she is at. I assured her I care about her and will ensure she gets home safely. This seemed to calm her down a little. After what felt like hours (actually about ten minutes) the Uber arrived and I helped Bambi to the car.

In the Uber, Bambi expressed further drama by going on a hate filled diatribe about events in her life that I could not understand. At one point, I thought Bambi was going to get violent even. I had the driver take us through a fast food place so she could get a little food. Eventually I got Bambi home safely where she could sleep it off.

I blame myself for Bambi’s actions as I was the one ordering the drinks. I should have been more cognizant of how much she was drinking. Most of my favorites handle their drink very well so I was not thinking about Bambi having too much to drink at the time. I look forward to spending time with Bambi again. Next time I’ll keep an eye on how much booze she drinks.