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.
Guys with friends who are important, millionairres, and celebrities don't stay in best westerns. And, colds take 3 to 4 days to incubate.