I need to buy a vowel because O—.. MY—.. GAWD. You just triggered a hundred memories.
That’s exactly what it’s like. And I have been in that room!
(“Sugar and spice and everything nice” my ass)
While an EPIC find— I am not at all surprised. I’m sure the rest of you are yawning here too. It serves as a good reminder though. I got a front row seat into the TRUE female nature and behavior when I moonlit as a part-time bartender (during my early-mid 20s) in nightclubs and various first-run establishments – including a brief stint as a relief bartender in a male strip club. The stories I have about that would turn your hair white.
But first— NO. I wore a shirt and tie at all times. So don’t get any ideas.
I knew what was up before most guys did. I remember thinking their boyfriends and husbands would PUKE if they knew. Women would come in in groups and they would be the type who would be THE LAST YOU WOULD EVER EXPECT to demonstrate the kind of behavior I saw. Chicks with Mary Tyler Moore haircuts that looked like bank tellers—. like the kind of “average” women you would expect to see in a female talk-show audience. Just plain Janes and average chicks who (within an hour or less) were shrieking and behaving like the most vile and ill-mannered and sluttiest of sluts. Like they had COMPLETELY been deceiving themselves (and everyone else) all their lives, and THIS evening, they were gonna let their hair down because their boyfriends and husbands weren’t looking.
And take my word for it. They were NOT just being someone else when they went out on this night, they were “being someone else” in their everyday lives. This was a consistent observation of hundreds of screaming women every weekend. Some of the groups would get called up on stage by the MC and be asked what they were celebrating tonight. Guess how many times the Queen Bee would say “MY DIVORCE!!!”—. and all of them would join in and shout “WOOO!!! WOOO!!!”.
You’ve heard of “woo girls”, yes?
I mean, I can understand “celebrating” a birthday, or an upcoming wedding.
But gathering all your “friends’ together to go out and “celebrate a divorce”?
There is something not right in the f~~~ing head with that.
There was a female strip club downstairs and it was always quiet. Guys would come in , clutch a beer or three, clap at the end of a set, slip the girl a couple of bucks, maybe get a table dance – strictly hands off or they would get booted. The men downstairs were TRULY “gentlemen” and ANY mis-behaving would have them escorted out. NO bulls~~~.
But the male strip joint was an eye opener free-for-all FREAK SHOW like you would not believe. I wore EAR PLUGS. I could go on about this for a week, but remember what brought them in was usually a birthday, or one of them was getting married the next day (or the following weekend). These “women” (I use the term loosely) would pay a stripper for a table dance in a private booth – with their fiancees credit card!! – and these poor suckers would also innocently pay for her entire evening, her “bachelorette” evening – including all drinks – and MORE.
On a nightly basis, a male stripper would give a table dance for $20 per song in a private booth. Typically 3 for $60. (About 15 minutes). The girl would get turned on, and ask to BLOW HIM. He said sure but it costs more. No problem . Her future husband is paying! So these girls would suck stranger stripper dick, AND SWALLOW.
She didn’t want a mess you know. She got all tarted up for this, so no facial with her friends around. So they just swallow! (you think she swallowed her fiancee’s load lately?)
Then the stripper says “that’s $160”.
The women would say “WTF?? I just sucked you off and swallowed!”
(they actually thought they wouldn’t have to pay him now. Typical.)
And he would say “Yeah. Thanks! But, what if the next chick wants the same thing? You owe me $160.”
Then these girls would add it to “the tab” and pay with their fiancees credit card—.
and marry him the following week.
But that’s not all. Sometimes sucking him off was not enough. They would bend over and ask to be penetrated right in the ass. And they loved every second of it. Didn’t always happen in the booth, either. Sometimes it happened in the bathroom – with her bent over the f~~~ing TOILET.
Needless to say, I didn’t last long there. I couldn’t take it. I was a good private school boy with a classical education who made $300 a night in this s~~~hole. That was enough to finance my life quite nicely on top of my day jobs and that’s why I did it. $300 a night when you are 22 is not bad cash! But one day, I had seen enough and couldn’t unsee it. I didn’t feel right watching these unknown guys PAYING for the most animalistic, sick behavior I could imagine in my wildest nightmares. Or maybe the screaming noise just got to me one night.
So I took my cash register, handed it to the manager and walked out one night in the middle of the shift.
I walked ALL THE WAY HOME – about 4 hours – and thanked my personal God the whole way, it would never be me.
I wish to thank VileNord for posting this series of insights – directly from the source – as evidence that every word I just told you is true.
