Every so often there will be a chronicle of my adventures and escapades at the local Gentlemen's club to protect the identity of the club I have decided to not directly refer to the club by name and some of the names have been changed but it will be all factual accounts. This is Part I.
Red strobe lights flicker around the club, It is a little after 10 and the club, "The BE", is only modestly packed, me and The Doctor (as he is known to the many security folk at this establishment) position ourself in the back next to the glass divider between us and the couch dances. At the bar is the object of my affection. Now this is the funny thing about why we go to "The BE" because after a while we stopped going for the strippers and we were going for the beautiful waitress that don't peel off their clothes for money. The reason is probably the allure of the what we could only imagine. We have only dreamed of what these waitresses look like underneath their short skirts or tight dresses. But by this point the first "dancer" has come and gone. She has done her little stint ("would you like a dance" she said.) To which I politely turn her down, with a simple ok, she shakes her head and walks toward the next prospective patron. meanwhile my drink has just arrived at my table, my overpriced root beer ($5.25 for one bottle) I pull out 11 dollars, five for the drink, the rest to tip Stephanie, our beautiful waitress, our goddess of the bar, feeling like such a baller I tell her there will be no need for change as she sits down to talk with The Doctor and myself.
The "dancers" like vultures begin to trek along the red carpet of "The BE" eyeing their pray or patrons for a little "sexy, fun, time" (yes they have actually used those exact words). I notice the old gentlemen (picture father time and that is him right there with one of the "wise women" wearing a sheer top) has made his usual selection, the promotion ends and the word "No" still lingers on my tongue. I see the object of my jilted affection working at the bar, her name is Cee, she is cute and petite, with brown hair, and a big smile, I casually walk over to say hi and hug her, along the way, Sabrina, a brazilian bombshell stops me to say hi,I quickly peck her on the cheek and continue toward Cee. Slipping her 5 dollars I tell her some corny line (I seem to be all about corny lines). I tell her "I rather give my money to her" and she smiles and takes it, and laughs as I continue the barrage of corny material. Somewhere along in the conversation I slip in to give me her number. To my amazement she does but warns me that she has a man already...I figure it is worth a shot. Right?
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