baconator

I've worked in hotels. Just don't trash the place, otherwise we don't give a shit.

I come back after like 2 or 3 years away, and I still remember shadowcat's story about the vice squad bust. I love this place. First for me, I almost panicked. Hadn't planned on extras, was gonna finish up the night with a 15 minute "champagne room" for 80 bucks. Beats the hell out of $40 per song... Anyways, I ask her about touching, she says "you just tell me if I've gone too far" as she starts fumbling with my belt and zipper. Before my brain could fully process this, she's got me in her mouth, going to town on me. The panicking part? It was the end of the night. I'd just plopped down $80 on what I thought would just be a lap dance, only big bill left in my pocket was another 20, and here I am getting a blowjob without any discussion of money or tips or nothing. Thankfully I found enough ones in my pockets to leave her with a $40 tip, and she wasn't upset with it!!!!

Tell her to save money? Oh right, she's a stripper.....

Oh fuck, that nutjob is a star trek fan too? Fuck him.

Chrome plated, gotta bling dat swag, yo!