At any strip club that I...

At any strip club that I visit on a regular basis, I expect to get off at least 80% of the time. This has been true over the years at all of my favorites: Brad's Brass Flamingo, Dancers, and Club Rio in Indianapolis; Hip Hugger in Kokomo; Night Moves in Bloomington/IN; Club O and Club 390 in the south suburbs of Chicago; and, in particular, the Silver Bullet, which I have been happily visiting for many years. As a matter of fact, the number of consecutive Bullet visits that included a happy ending reached 75, a record comparable to UCLA wins in college basketball or Ken Jennings victories on Jeopardy, a record never to be excelled.

However, all good things must come to an end. On a Tuesday evening a while back, though I got at least two or three dances from each of four dancers, Little Deuce was unwilling to rise to the occasion and the glorious streak came to an end. Oh well -- it's time to begin a new winning streak! (As a matter of fact, I am now at three in a row.)

The remarkable thing about this is that the lap dances are given in a very unprivate area behind and on either side of the DJ booth, often with other guys right next to you, on bar stools that are really not very conducive to high-quality dances. Also, the dances themselves are rather low-mileage by today's standards, with many of the dancers reminding you that you can touch anything "except the titty and the kitty". Furthermore, in my experience, there is absolutely no manual stimulation of the male member, no stick-shifting, adjusting, or stroking of any kind. Nevertheless, I almost always leave this club with a big post-orgasmic smile on my face. I attribute this to the presence of a large number of beautiful, friendly strippers who aim to please and have figured out how to work around the disadvantages of barstools and crowded conditions.