Weird Lap Dance Incidents
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Keep it in my pants when I do OTC. If I were a stripper it would stand for I like big bucks and I can not lie.
I'll go first. She yanked on my nostril hairs. Admittedly, they needed trimming. But she could have just said something. Prior to this, when she scratched her nostril opening, I did ask her if she was digging out her boogers. So, there was provocation.
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I felt horrible and apologized a hundred times to her the next couple times I visited although she just laughed and said it was funny. Still sat on my lap so she couldn’t have been too upset with me, it was very embarassing for me.
Same dancer, same booth, same straddle position, but different visit. When I was about to nut, she had to put her hand over my mouth to quiet me. We still joke about that.
It made me think of Inigo Montoya in Princess Bride: "the word you keep saying, I do not think it means what you think it means"
Yes, she was thinking about killing you. But at least you lived.
Next night we go to Ybor, I think nightclub was called Empire, walk in, the stripper is in dancing on a platform, she sees me, hopes off, and makes out with me....
Tampa again like 20 years ago, hit Ybor Strip after drinking and doing E in Ybor. I had met Summer on a webmaster cruise months earlier out of FT Lauderdale. I had $100 bill and was waving it during dancer parade, saying Summer, Summer, Another dancer M>>>> grabbed me brought me out back, started blowing me, I tell her I won't blow a load, I'm drunk and on ecstasy. I toss her a second $100, I don't finish, she asks if I have E I said my buddy has it. We walk back into main room, she walks up to my buddy, asks about E, he says I don't have any, she calls him a liar and kisses him on the lips.
Was getting a lap dance at the Gold Club in Baltimore, and a dancer asked if she could rip my dress shirt open--like they do in passionate love scenes in the movies. I was drunk and didn't want her to do it, but decided not to say anything thinking that would both avoid spoiling the mood and avoid the rip. But she took my silence as agreement, and ripped my shirt open sending buttons flying everywhere. I was stunned, and it brought an immediate end to my night, since I had just had a shirt ruined and didn't have anything else to wear. Needless to say, she didn't get a tip. Guess this dancer just had an irrational itch for the dramatic she needed to scratch.