Ok, I know this is an amp site, but a about a month or so ago I posted about my strip club bj/fs experience in PA. At the time I thought it was pretty awesome.. Well let me tell you, I think am officially done with that place.
Traffic on the Penn Turnpike was backed up, so I decided to waste some time before heading home, and stopped into the strip club for a drink and maybe a little extra.
I'm sitting at the bar and this cute little Puerto Rican chick walks up and starts talking to me. She had a great pair of tits, and some pretty sexy lips, so after a few minutes, we were off to the private booths.
She didn't waste any time and basically tossed out the menu, 80 for HJ and 150 for a bj. Normally I would have said fuck that shit, and walked out. But little Thumper really liked her, and I just hate saying no to him.
So she proceeds to give me a rather boring CBJ. I thought Puerto Rican women are supposed to be pros at the head game. But after 2-songs, I was no where close to popping. Hard as hell, just no real head skills.
So now I'm getting annoyed because it costs $30/song while I'm back there, and the 3rd song is just starting. She's making jokes about me being an asshole and making her work for the money. Then she take the condom off and starts using her hands, and leans her tits in like she wants me to explode all over her chest.
Well apparently that's a major turn on for me, and I end up covering her tits. It was actually a pretty amazing pop.
But then came the gross part. She was completely un-prepared, and had no napkins or tissues in her bag. So she proceeds to wipe her chest clean with her hands , and then just wipes her hands on the couch's armrests. But she still had a lot on her chest, so she leans on to the back of the couch, and just rubs her tits and chest all over the back cushion until she felt clean.
Now I know these chicks aren't the cleanest .. but seriously wtf... Now as we left the private DNA retention Depot, she asked if I was leaving, and I replied with an eager "yep." She leaned in to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Mind you, in my head I was screaming like a little girl when she sees a spider. She then proceeded to walk towards the back (I hope to take a damn shower), but wouldn't you know it, I see her hugging another guy, at the bar.
Needless to say, I think I'm officially never stepping in a strip club again. And I sure as hell don't think I'll ever view a microfiber couch the same way again.
Traffic on the Penn Turnpike was backed up, so I decided to waste some time before heading home, and stopped into the strip club for a drink and maybe a little extra.
I'm sitting at the bar and this cute little Puerto Rican chick walks up and starts talking to me. She had a great pair of tits, and some pretty sexy lips, so after a few minutes, we were off to the private booths.
She didn't waste any time and basically tossed out the menu, 80 for HJ and 150 for a bj. Normally I would have said fuck that shit, and walked out. But little Thumper really liked her, and I just hate saying no to him.
So she proceeds to give me a rather boring CBJ. I thought Puerto Rican women are supposed to be pros at the head game. But after 2-songs, I was no where close to popping. Hard as hell, just no real head skills.
So now I'm getting annoyed because it costs $30/song while I'm back there, and the 3rd song is just starting. She's making jokes about me being an asshole and making her work for the money. Then she take the condom off and starts using her hands, and leans her tits in like she wants me to explode all over her chest.
Well apparently that's a major turn on for me, and I end up covering her tits. It was actually a pretty amazing pop.
But then came the gross part. She was completely un-prepared, and had no napkins or tissues in her bag. So she proceeds to wipe her chest clean with her hands , and then just wipes her hands on the couch's armrests. But she still had a lot on her chest, so she leans on to the back of the couch, and just rubs her tits and chest all over the back cushion until she felt clean.
Now I know these chicks aren't the cleanest .. but seriously wtf... Now as we left the private DNA retention Depot, she asked if I was leaving, and I replied with an eager "yep." She leaned in to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Mind you, in my head I was screaming like a little girl when she sees a spider. She then proceeded to walk towards the back (I hope to take a damn shower), but wouldn't you know it, I see her hugging another guy, at the bar.
Needless to say, I think I'm officially never stepping in a strip club again. And I sure as hell don't think I'll ever view a microfiber couch the same way again.
