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| - One night in Vegas a while back, my gurl friends & I thought we'd have some fun. My friend "J" is a resident, so we got in for free - otherwise, we would've had to pay I think $20 each. The upstairs male strippers were far from hot & closer to disappointing.
OK, maybe some of them were jacked & good-looking, but we didn't find them very appealing. When we first got there, a couple of them immediately insisted that I buy my friend a surprise lap dance for 20 bucks. That was annoying because they wouldn't leave us alone.
There was a group of girls near us, I guess they decided to buy their friend a lap dance. The stripper looked like he was giving a chair a lap dance: he didn't seem to know how to turn her on, & the girl likewise looked a bit bored/annoyed, like she was thinking "ok let's get this over with sister, you're clearly into guys". Then this male stripper approached our group & told us he's actually a prince from some faraway island, Fiji or something. Over the years, from friends going to strip joints for fun, I've heard all sorts of backstories - they're doing it for college money, they have a kid, they're actually a virgin, they're poor & don't have a choice, etc. So this was new - he's some exotic prince that left home to fulfill his grand dreams of becoming a Vegas stripper. Sounds like Buddha's story....in reverse. Or its porn version.
One of the strippers onstage started sexy hip-hop dancing in his black undies, black socks & sneakers. Srsly there's just no way for all of those things to go together & be sexy. To the male strippers of Olympic Garden, take tips from Magic Mike & get it right.
Downstairs was clearly where the party was at. The female strippers were super hot, some were cute, & I remember seeing 1 that I figured would be the one for me. If I were a guy, or bi. All in all, it was a fun night. But it was most entertaining downstairs (female strippers) not upstairs (male strippers).
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