Bad Habits Lead To Sick Nights
sinclair
Strip Club Nation
I was staying at a Best Western Plus for the night in the middle of a two day drive, and there just happened to be a strip club less than four blocks away from the hotel. I decided to stop in for a few beers and shots, despite it being a weeknight when I seldom go out to gentlemen’s clubs. It was very slow, and most of the dancers were not my cup of tea. Only a couple guys showed up, and they were the Dollar Tree demographic: too broke to spend money.
I did find one dancer I was attracted to. She had a body built for sex, but she was twenty years old, thus she could not drink at the bar with me. I figured I would help her out on a slow night and buy a string of private dances. I am not sure if it is my innate ability to make women feel special, my Jurassic good looks, or my sweet talk, but by the third song, this dancer started making out with me. I was kind of taken by surprise. It was completely initiated by her, but I was complicit in joining in. I used to French kiss dancers regularly back in the days before the pandemic when everyone was less conscious about germs and viruses, but this was my first spit swap with a dancer since early 2020.
After a run for another beer and an ATM withdrawal, we did another long string of lap dances. She had her tongue in my mouth for half of the session and was riding my veiny shaft in high-friction mode the other half. Three hundred dollars, four Sincweisers, and two Jager Bombs later, I told this vixen I needed to go back to my hotel and get to sleep because I had to start driving at 07:00. She said she wanted to come to my hotel room at 03:00 when the club closed. I think she knew I would eat her pussy real good based on the way I flicked my tongue in her mouth and sucked her nipples. She had figured out that if my foreplay is the crack, then my dick is the glass pipe.
I spent most of the next day driving. I felt a little weird with a slight headache and a tingle in my mouth, but otherwise fine. By the following day, I was sick with a cold. I had a nose that ran like a mountain stream, and I was constantly sneezing. To make matters worse, I had an important meeting with a bunch of multimillionaires, celebrities, and other important people. I felt completely miserable. I had to keep sneaking out to an alley to sneeze and wipe the snot from my nose. The acid burned my skin red between my nostrils and my mouth. I am ninety percent certain I got sick through mouth to mouth with the stripper. I guess if I knew I was going to get sick and muff up my appearance at the event I had to attend, I would have done things differently. I would have broken headboards and broken that filly in Sinclair’s Best Western Rodeo.
I did find one dancer I was attracted to. She had a body built for sex, but she was twenty years old, thus she could not drink at the bar with me. I figured I would help her out on a slow night and buy a string of private dances. I am not sure if it is my innate ability to make women feel special, my Jurassic good looks, or my sweet talk, but by the third song, this dancer started making out with me. I was kind of taken by surprise. It was completely initiated by her, but I was complicit in joining in. I used to French kiss dancers regularly back in the days before the pandemic when everyone was less conscious about germs and viruses, but this was my first spit swap with a dancer since early 2020.
After a run for another beer and an ATM withdrawal, we did another long string of lap dances. She had her tongue in my mouth for half of the session and was riding my veiny shaft in high-friction mode the other half. Three hundred dollars, four Sincweisers, and two Jager Bombs later, I told this vixen I needed to go back to my hotel and get to sleep because I had to start driving at 07:00. She said she wanted to come to my hotel room at 03:00 when the club closed. I think she knew I would eat her pussy real good based on the way I flicked my tongue in her mouth and sucked her nipples. She had figured out that if my foreplay is the crack, then my dick is the glass pipe.
I spent most of the next day driving. I felt a little weird with a slight headache and a tingle in my mouth, but otherwise fine. By the following day, I was sick with a cold. I had a nose that ran like a mountain stream, and I was constantly sneezing. To make matters worse, I had an important meeting with a bunch of multimillionaires, celebrities, and other important people. I felt completely miserable. I had to keep sneaking out to an alley to sneeze and wipe the snot from my nose. The acid burned my skin red between my nostrils and my mouth. I am ninety percent certain I got sick through mouth to mouth with the stripper. I guess if I knew I was going to get sick and muff up my appearance at the event I had to attend, I would have done things differently. I would have broken headboards and broken that filly in Sinclair’s Best Western Rodeo.
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A few days ago there was an article about junk-food and I commented how my bod can’t process-too-well most junk-food these days – recently I haven’t been able to process liquor that well either (I’ve never been a heavy/regular drinker; more like a social/every-once-in-a-while drinker; but these days my bod is having trouble processing liquor even if infrequent).
Talk about a great way to sell in a strip club. If a hot girl is down with making out, you know she's not gonna be too shy when it comes to touching. I would've done the same shit.
Not to say Sinclair has COVID but same thing just happened to me. Went to a wall-to-wall crowded bar on Saturday and Monday night started getting sick. Ever since the world returned to normal (at least for me) I’d say end of 2021 it seems every time I get into a close contact group situation I seem to usually get sick.
Ever think of it that way?
Even though COVID is no longer top-of-mind, there's still other bugs floating around.
When I’m DFK’ing a stripper, I’ve never thought of anyone else’s dick but my own. Not once. Ever. Guess I’m lucky?
My favorite strip club activity is FRMOS, and it’s usually the younger girls willing to oblige.I think it’s because the younger girls are more accustomed to making out with random guys in their civilian social lives. I’m pretty sure I caught COVID in 2021 from FRMOS, and a can trace more than a few bouts of cold and flu through the years to swapping spit with strippers. Despite the risks, I never think about the guy whose dick may have recently been in her mouth.
She was the mother of all bad decisions. Psychologically, makes me at my worst look stable and sane. Got kids who hate her. Smoker. Money cost was only a pizza and a bottle of wine, though, and at least I used protection.
Ironically she was Romanian, and in America not at an FKK where I'm headed.
I'd've been hard pressed not to take her up on that after work offer though, even with a drive the next day.
I've stopped at a couple of places in Kansas City on my way through. Not as good as when I lived there, but still not bad.
And if I had to count the number of times I've caught a cold or something from a stripper over the years, it'd be in the dozens, at least.
I've definitely caught colds from sluts, and I use that term affectionately. I had one FWB who o know got around and everytime I fucked her, I felt crummy the next day. Still worth it.
That's my go to for a quick overnight on a road trip. Way better than the typical highway hotel. One of the best hotels in my town is a Best Western Plus. That's where the big shots stay where I live because there's nothing better.
People just need to stop hating on Best Western. I'm tired of it.
I wouldn't kiss anyone gross , but how do you know she doesn't have open sores?