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| - For months my boyfriend and I would drive past this place as it was being built. You could tell they were dumping big bucks into it. Lots of marble, this Vegas-like building was coming to life. Built with our tax dollars. The first week they opened my boyfriend wants us to go check it out. For business reasons. I've never been to a strip club. I went to the Roxy right before they closed just to check out the old strippers. I love burlesque, the tease, the art of the game. Gypsy Rose Lee and I share the same birthday. But I've seen the Howard Stern show, so I know this is different. The big night comes. I'm trying to be all cool and hip, yeah, couples go to strip clubs and have a blast. We're bad that way too! We're walking to the door (I was walking, he was doing cartwheels) and I'm kvetching, my man is going to see pairs and pairs of round full boobs, tight asses, gorgeous young things, this is so intimidating. And I'm old enough to be their mom. The inside of this place is a snore decor-wise. Dark wood, dark walls, no art (I know, it's a strip club but they could make an effort). Stage with a stripper pole. A little neon here and there. Booths along the wall. The night manager (a guy) gives us the big tour. We end up outside on their patio, which is bricked up high so no one can see in. Oh! I haven't mentioned the strippers! One would think during their opening week they'd have their best talent on board. I only saw one hot stripper in the whole place. She was up and down, twirling around on the pole which was interesting to me for about 2 minutes. She was good but, one monkey don't stop a show. I saw a muffin top, 34B boobs, no babes like the Scores girls I expected. We're at a table and this skinny little thing in a bikini comes to join us. She sits down and starts to chat. Then she put her hand on my boyfriend's shoulder. I've never been a jealous woman, whatever, but I saw RED. How dare she! I wanted to grab her by her scrawny little neck and shake her until her extensions fell out. She must have felt the steam coming out of my ears so she took off. This was no hip couple she was chatting up, no money to be made here. After she leaves, my bf asks me if I'd like a lap dance! Why would I want some skank grinding on me putting her boobs in my face? Why? I guess there's not an ounce of lesbo tendencies in me. I asked him how he'd feel if I called the manager over and have him grind his package in his face. Well then you know how I feel. I realize, I sound like the Bitch of Beuchenwald. I really am fun, love stimulating conversation, love to yuck it up. Just not a girl you take to a strip club. I might cut someone.
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