What a fuckin trip. Usually...

What a fuckin trip. Usually strip clubs are depressing and unsatisfying, once in a while they are kind of stimulating, altogether better than just some porn sitting on your hard drive or a shitty streaming site. But this time, it wasn’t just the hotness of the stripper, the naughtiness of the crowded public indecency, but the whole story the whole illusion that was made so real it has been hard to shake it, a girl at a club that wanted to fuck me, but not just some drunk ho at a bottle service joint in Hollywood, but a professional, saying fuck it to the rules of the job, the etiquette, the upsell money, and just getting down. That was the fun shit. Total trip time 15-20 minutes. On the way out the bouncer was like “you leaving” and I’m like, yeah, I had some quick fun and he is just stunned at the sincerity of that, I’ve bounced a lot of times because the joint was dead and the girls haggared and they get it, but not that night, that night was badass.