Memory lane

As September closes I wanted to post at least once so there would be something there under the September link in the archives. I will have to rely on my memory since I’ve had quite a dry spell as far as extracurricular activity goes.

I went to a conference a couple of years ago in a southern city – a cosmopolitan city, but definitely southern as far as strip clubs go. After a bit of research I found there was a club about a block away from my hotel. I scoped it out in the afternoon of my arrival and saw that they opened at 8 pm. It looked a little sleazy but the location was right and it probably couldn’t be all that bad since the neighborhood had many tourist hotels and government buildings.

I wandered over about 8:30 or 9 and the place was open but you would hardly know it. I went in and there were only a few employees there; the manager and a couple of female bartenders. They were involved in ordering stuff for the club and they seemed surprised to see me. I asked if they were open & they politely said they were but nothing really happens there until after 11 pm. Oh Well. I said I would be back.

Sometime between 11 and midnight I returned & things were not much different except they had rap music blaring from the sound system. It was very dark with the bar right inside the entrance, a dance stage along the right wall and small cabaret-style tables along the left wall. There were two other customers there, a couple who seemed to be friends of the manager or possibly waiting for an audition (the girl was very attractive).

I bought a bottle of water and talked to the bartender a little. She seemed pretty apologetic about how quiet it was, not literally since the music was very loud, but because there were no dancers on stage or anywhere to be seen for that matter. I figured I would wait a little while for something to happen & sat down with my drink.

I tried not to feel too uncomfortable when the speakers were shaking the walls with “fuck whitey, fuck whitey” and the manager and bouncers were getting a little rowdy by the door. The bartender wandered by and she seemed to feel bad for me since she apologized for the music. The club surely catered to black customers and I figured it was going to get very crowded with drunken patrons after some of the other bars closed. Gulp.

Finally there was a commotion at the door and four or five women stumbled in, obviously the dancers and obviously very wasted. They were loud and obnoxious and were herded up a flight of stairs between the bar and the stage apparently to the dressing room. There was also a sign up there pointing to the VIP room.

I was about ready to leave but the music changed and a couple of women climbed up on stage including the bartender I had talked to and one of the new arrivals who must have shown up in her costume or had come from another club. I couldn’t leave without at least sitting at the stage for a few minutes.

There were maybe one or two more patrons in the place but I was alone at the stage which was pretty tall so that I had to strain my neck to look at the dancers. The bartender must have felt bad for me since I waited all that time and came over for her air dance. Since it was the south, there was no contact between customers and dancers so I just got an eyeful as she shook her tits near my face and turned to jiggle the flesh on her ample ass. I half-heartedly shoved a dollar in her g-string and she peeled it down to reveal her hairy pussy. It was pretty dark but when she spread her pussy lips the bright pink inside really shined.

It was quite disappointed that there was no contact. I assumed that the good stuff would happen in the VIP room upstairs but I wasn’t about venture up there. I quietly slipped past the growing crowd of thugs at the door and made my way back to the hotel.