It was Spring Break and I was down at Panama City Beach with a bunch of my college buddies. We were all getting hammered at the bars when one of the guys threw out the idea of hitting up a strip club. Being that our group consisted of 8 guys we didn’t really need much convincing and immediately hopped on the strip club bandwagon. I mean who doesn’t love girls prancing around stage taking off their clothes.
At the strip club we all sat around the main stage and ordered shots and drinks while gawking and making crude comments at all the girls undressing before us. After the one stripper’s set was over she strolled over to one of my friends, wiped the drool from his face, and asked if he wanted a private dance. Meanwhile, the song “Gold Digger” came on, (how ironic for a stripper song) and out came this beautiful brunette playfully flirting with the crowd showing us her sexiest moves both on the floor and the dance pole. While crawling on all fours she glanced over at me and seductively blew me a kiss. Her gaze pulled me in like a giant tractor beam. I was mesmerized by this dancer and completely forgot that she was only toying with me in hopes of extracting as much money as possible from my wallet.
I drunkenly got out of my chair and hopped up on stage to dance with my naked beauty. I started grinding up on the stripper and even took a couple spins around the pole until I heard a couple of men shouting and suddenly I felt a pair of giant hands on my back ripping me off of the stage. Before I knew it I was being carried towards the exit by two bouncers who if painted green could have passed for cousins of the Incredible Hulk. Of course not one of my friends came to my rescue as they just stayed put laughing their asses off.
It was still early in the night and all my friends were still inside so I couldn’t just call it a night. I decided to go up to one of the Hulk-like bouncers and offered him $50 to let me back inside. To my surprise this actually worked and he let me back in the club. When I got back to where everyone was sitting my friends started hooting and hollering proclaiming me as the strip club king. In return for making all my friends laugh harder than they have before they made sure I didn’t have to pay for a single drink for the rest of the night. Well I must have I drank too much because the next thing I remember is being carried out by the same two bouncers who showed me the exit earlier in the night. I guess I fell asleep in my chair and was once again being kicked out. Needless to say, I won’t be going back to that strip club anytime soon.
At the strip club we all sat around the main stage and ordered shots and drinks while gawking and making crude comments at all the girls undressing before us. After the one stripper’s set was over she strolled over to one of my friends, wiped the drool from his face, and asked if he wanted a private dance. Meanwhile, the song “Gold Digger” came on, (how ironic for a stripper song) and out came this beautiful brunette playfully flirting with the crowd showing us her sexiest moves both on the floor and the dance pole. While crawling on all fours she glanced over at me and seductively blew me a kiss. Her gaze pulled me in like a giant tractor beam. I was mesmerized by this dancer and completely forgot that she was only toying with me in hopes of extracting as much money as possible from my wallet.
I drunkenly got out of my chair and hopped up on stage to dance with my naked beauty. I started grinding up on the stripper and even took a couple spins around the pole until I heard a couple of men shouting and suddenly I felt a pair of giant hands on my back ripping me off of the stage. Before I knew it I was being carried towards the exit by two bouncers who if painted green could have passed for cousins of the Incredible Hulk. Of course not one of my friends came to my rescue as they just stayed put laughing their asses off.
It was still early in the night and all my friends were still inside so I couldn’t just call it a night. I decided to go up to one of the Hulk-like bouncers and offered him $50 to let me back inside. To my surprise this actually worked and he let me back in the club. When I got back to where everyone was sitting my friends started hooting and hollering proclaiming me as the strip club king. In return for making all my friends laugh harder than they have before they made sure I didn’t have to pay for a single drink for the rest of the night. Well I must have I drank too much because the next thing I remember is being carried out by the same two bouncers who showed me the exit earlier in the night. I guess I fell asleep in my chair and was once again being kicked out. Needless to say, I won’t be going back to that strip club anytime soon.
