Strangest tale ever told to you by a dancers.
Tiredtraveler
Solo PL
Tuesday, January 24, 2017 1:37 PM
What is the strangest tale a dancer has ever told you and it does not have to stripper, club or sex related.
A few years ago I was hanging around with a dancer when I went to this club I liked while working in an eastern town.
She was mid twenties, not bad looking, pretty smart, not into dope. fun to pass the time and chat. She sat with me when not busy.
One evening she came over and sat with me as soon as I got settled, ordered a drink and bought me one too.
She then proceeded to tell me she was pissed off and had to talk to someone who was not stupid:
It seems he sister and her "dip shit dumb ass boyfriend" were staying with her while visiting her from another state. The night before she found an endangered tortoise in her bath tub when she go home. Not only did it scare the pee out of her and make a mess of her bathroom it is a jail-able offense to touch, much less steal, one of these tortoises.
Her scream woke her sister up and she was told not to worry because they were leaving in a couple of days and take it home with them.
She woke dipshit up and told him that the tortoise was endangered, had been tagged and had a tracker on it. She demanded he take it back where he got it. She had to "drag his ass out of bed and make him take it back" then made her sister scrub the turtle shit out of the tub before she could shower so she did not get to bead until 6:00 AM and had a haircut appointment at 11:30 so she had gotten no sleep and on and on!
I tried really hard not to laugh because she was so mad but when I busted out laughing she started laughing too then punched me on the arm because I was laughing as much at her anger as the ridiculousness of the story and situation.
It was a Friday, the weather had turned shitty so the club was slow so I broke my no or one drink rule and we had a good time that night. Later that evening we hit the VIP and I only had to pay the room fee. Neither of us suggested OTC as we did not want to complicate things.
That was both one of the strangest and funniest things a dancer has ever told me. I believed it because she had pictures of the thing in her tub with the mud, poop and leaves all over the the bathroom.
This was much better than the sob stories that most tell. To this girl it was a job that allowed her to earn good money, have fun at work, get off with whom she chose and get money for getting off.
The only sob story she told me was another time I was in town she was bemoaning the fact that she had gotten home to a dead refrigerator but she had fortunately not been to the store so she had not lost much food but had to go shop for a new one and them stay up for it to be delivered. No much a sad story other than lost sleep.
A few years ago I was hanging around with a dancer when I went to this club I liked while working in an eastern town.
She was mid twenties, not bad looking, pretty smart, not into dope. fun to pass the time and chat. She sat with me when not busy.
One evening she came over and sat with me as soon as I got settled, ordered a drink and bought me one too.
She then proceeded to tell me she was pissed off and had to talk to someone who was not stupid:
It seems he sister and her "dip shit dumb ass boyfriend" were staying with her while visiting her from another state. The night before she found an endangered tortoise in her bath tub when she go home. Not only did it scare the pee out of her and make a mess of her bathroom it is a jail-able offense to touch, much less steal, one of these tortoises.
Her scream woke her sister up and she was told not to worry because they were leaving in a couple of days and take it home with them.
She woke dipshit up and told him that the tortoise was endangered, had been tagged and had a tracker on it. She demanded he take it back where he got it. She had to "drag his ass out of bed and make him take it back" then made her sister scrub the turtle shit out of the tub before she could shower so she did not get to bead until 6:00 AM and had a haircut appointment at 11:30 so she had gotten no sleep and on and on!
I tried really hard not to laugh because she was so mad but when I busted out laughing she started laughing too then punched me on the arm because I was laughing as much at her anger as the ridiculousness of the story and situation.
It was a Friday, the weather had turned shitty so the club was slow so I broke my no or one drink rule and we had a good time that night. Later that evening we hit the VIP and I only had to pay the room fee. Neither of us suggested OTC as we did not want to complicate things.
That was both one of the strangest and funniest things a dancer has ever told me. I believed it because she had pictures of the thing in her tub with the mud, poop and leaves all over the the bathroom.
This was much better than the sob stories that most tell. To this girl it was a job that allowed her to earn good money, have fun at work, get off with whom she chose and get money for getting off.
The only sob story she told me was another time I was in town she was bemoaning the fact that she had gotten home to a dead refrigerator but she had fortunately not been to the store so she had not lost much food but had to go shop for a new one and them stay up for it to be delivered. No much a sad story other than lost sleep.
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The only crazy stories I have had over the years is one stripper told me her boyfriend hanged himself and she needed $500 to pay for his funeral. She wanted me to wire it to her via western union to some party store in Detroit.
And I can't tell you how many "my car is in the shop and needs repairs, new tires, new brakes, new transmission, etc, etc etc stories I've heard.
And of course the end of the month, "my rent is due" sob stories that I'm sure all of us have heard.
But I've never heard a turtle story. lol.
She obviously tried it on the wrong target...
There's a dancer I've known for many years. I met her when she was 19 or 20 and she was my favorite dancer till my ATF "stole" me from her. We stayed in touch and I'd pay for a dance whenever I saw her at the club. When she was 23 she vanished. Not working at the club. No postings on FB, the other dancers knew nothing - no sign or word from her. Phone # disconnected, etc.
About a year later I got a text from her -said she was going back to dancing & invited me to her apartment. I went and she was very close mouthed about where she'd been. Her apartment was a mess in a seedy part of the small city she lived in. While we were talking a knock on the door was another customer she'd met at the club. He and I shook hands and as we talked it became evident that he had deep pockets ( old New England money) and was quite religious. My fav and I started fucking with the guy, talking about sex which made him very antsy and clearly uncomfortable. We upped the ante and started an argument of swallowing versus spitting. He got up and silently started pacing back and forth as we discussed the caloric value of cum and its value as a face cream. He came back into the room holding a Bible and started reading passages about blasphemy and sin. We both stifled our laughs and then she started giggling. He couldn't take it and left. She told me that he was 40 years old and a virgin.
She finally told me where she'd been for a year: traveling with this guy on his business trips. His idea of a good time is to have her piss on him and he drinks her piss. She said the job paid well.
Upshot of this was twofold.....Could Big Sis please borrow some money to help Baby Daddy make bail, and could I please NOT get any dances from Lil Sis, who is an evil cunt and ruined Big Sis' perfect life and doesn't deserve any money because she'll just smoke it up?