duct tape in the CR
s88
New York
Me & my stripper are looking for empty vip rooms. I usually like to pick and hunt the particular vip room myself because I know the pros and cons of each VIP room in the building. I took a stroll through one of the CRs that for the last hour was booked and had that chair infront. Tons of crumpled dirty tissues on the floor. An upside down empty tissue box on the table. Typical trashed after fun VIP/CR room, meh. But what I saw next I couldn't understand. A pile of crumpled duct tape on the floor. Maybe 2 rolls of it. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON IN HERE. WHAT THE FUCK DOES THE CHAIR REALLY MEAN.
I am just thinking of the movie Hostel. Was a stripper or a PL murdered in the CR? Anyone know what the fuck was a PL and stripper/s doing in there? I didnt get to see who was in the CR and was it a group of PLs, or 1 PL with 1 girl, or 1 PL with many girls. WTF was a PL doing with duct tape in a CR? And he got that chair placed infront of the CR door.
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SJG
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We had Sunnyvale Cop involved with Korean Hostess Bar and Korean 10 day house ring, and with shaking down girls who run off. Jury took little time to convict him.
SJG
I have a boat with especially frustrating short carpet. I will take a roll of duct tape and put it inside out on the outer layer to get lint off the carpet, but I doubt they were cleaning the carpet in that CR room.
Maybe a PL was helping a stripper with her kids science project?
Maybe they were waxing a PLs back and her pussy.
Maybe the guy uses duct tape as a condom?
Duct tape fixes everything. Even stripper shit.
Don't ask questions you don't really want the answers to. Kidding, but that kind of reminded me of the first time one of my club friends walked out the front VIP room at Irving's in Capitol Heights. Little red room with school house chairs and no privacy. Slow walk, like he was in shock or something. He sits down and doesn't say anything for at least a song. Then he screams, "OH MY GOD. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO IN HERE?!" After I waved off the bouncers he calmed down. Funniest part was he kept asking me all the time when we could go back. He didn't want to go alone since people kept getting killed there.
I'm required to register with the police and submit to a search within 2 hours, when ever I go to another town.
SJG