I'm Smitten. . . .
LecherousMonk
Mom's basement
Monday, January 16, 2017 6:52 PM
OMG, OMG, OMG, you guys! I'm like totally gaga for this new (to me) dancer: a blonde-haired, green/hazel-eyed, 110-120 lb., 20-year-old white girl with 36 C cups, 34-36-inch hips, a cute, little pixie haircut and not a single tattoo or piercing. She spits a good game--talked my ear off, but I didn't mind--and gave me unlimited mileage excepting the kitty in the lap dance booth, which is actually a rarity in this club. Of course, she tried to charge me an extra song, but I ain't even mad. Strippers gonna stripper.
Here's the problem: I just barely resisted her VIP hustle (it's $250 here, and who knows what that entails), and only because I didn't have that much on me or in my account. You see, I shouldn't even have been at da club because I'm a 30-year-old man with no job or job experience living in his parents' house. I really put the P in PL. . . . And thus we come to the sad conclusion of this aimless tale (my apologies, but it's important to get emotions on paper quickly, logical coherence be damned), which is a plea for help. I can't afford, financially or morally, to continue patronizing these dens of ill repute. Does anyone have any advice on how to strengthen one's will against that temptation?
PS She's coming to clubs in Put-in-Bay, Ohio, and Myrtle Beach, S.C., this spring/summer for any interested PL's.
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