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The Parking Lot Whores Of Dallas

someyoungguysomeyoungguy

Minnesota

I will be going to Dallas soon. Baby Dolls specifically, although I might try Chicas Locas if the heat from LE subsides.

I have been to Dallas and Baby Dolls twice in my life. The first time I came away with an experience that has sort of haunted me, even though it didn't happen inside the club. It happened just outside, as I was walking to my car after a triumphant night at BDs. A car stopped right in front of me and a cute girl leaned over to the open passenger's-side window and asked, "Hey, do you wanna have some fun?"

Hey, I was naive then, barely into my twenties. I hopped in. I was trying to gauge the situation and see what I could get away with (I was just beginning my stripclubbin' days) for the amount of money I had in my wallet. I agreed to get my dick sucked, and she started the car so we could proceed to "have some fun" at a remote end of the parking lot.

Just then, a guy, presumably security, banged on the door, ordering me to get out or else he'll call the police. "Do you want to get shot or stabbed?" he asked, as I beat a hasty retreat to my car. It was there that the angels of my better nature, or my guilt, took ahold of me. Her car and my car were about to cross each other. She looked at me. I just shook my head. And she went away, and I went away.

I have to be honest. A part of me understands what could have happened. And yet another part of me regrets not going to that dark part of the BDs parking lot with her.

The other time I got accosted by not one but two girls, who whistled me down as I was driving out. I roll down my window to see the driver ask, "Hey, do you wanna have some fun?" while her passenger started jiggling her boobs. It was easier to say no that time, but that may have been because I was already in my own car and driving away.

I cannot believe such a thing could happen twice in the same parking lot several years apart and not be some bizarre Dallas practice. So TUSCLers, do *any* of you know what I'm talking about? And can *any* of you give any insight into, well, what happens if you say yes? Because, deep down, I want to say yes.