Chronicles of a Platinum Pussy

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Strippers R Us

After we left the non-existent video shoot, we drove back downtown and ended up in the Big City, on the north side. It was a district that I hadn't been to before, and I was intrigued with the little italian shops, cafes and stores.

We stopped at this really cute caffe and ordered some dessert. It was a raspberry filled pastry that simply melted in our mouths. It was quite delectable and I enjoyed every single bite. Danny was conversing with the waiter in fluent Italian and they bonded over a discourse of the merits of Italian water vs American water. The waiter ended up bringing us 2 cappacinos on the house, and he even made a big white heart in each cup. It was my first cappaccino ever and I really enjoyed it. Yes, it did keep me up all night.

After we were warmed up from the drinks, we headed on down the street and stopped in this Italian pub. Danny ordered a Long Island iced tea but I ended up drinking most of it. We must have spent about 15 minutes in the pub.

Here's where it gets interesting. We are walking back up the street towards the car and I mentioned jokingly to Danny that I wanted to hit up a strip club (there were many along the same street). We just happened to be passing by one when I said that and the front door lady told us it was a Wednesday special. "For 15 bucks, you and the missy can watch the whole show." Danny paid and we entered the dimly lit room.

We sat in the 2nd row, I was very nervous and wierdly excited at the same time. There were several patrons already there, 3 other couples besides us and a few single guys. We watched the first show and I was floored by the girls acrobatic ability. Danny and I sat in those plush chairs and talked about the merits and demerits of each performance. A quick estimation post-show revealed that for a 12 minute dance, each girl made an average of 10 bucks. Yeesh!

One of the girls was a born entertainer and she really got the audience into the act. She had all these random people all up in her bosom and she kept dragging the biggest tipper to look/smell her crotch. Eeeew, I know!

Danny wanted to leave after the first show, but I wanted to see all the strippers perform. I have never been to a sleazy strip joint before and was very intrigued. My eyes were open wide, taking in everything, the DJ who announced each dancer and played the music, the host that kept inviting everyone for lapdances in the back, the open bar where the Biggest Tipper kept refilling his Coke/no ice. I had my hand on Danny's lap for half of the performance, and he didn't even get aroused with the first 2 strippers (who were decent) until I started fondling him. I was amused, I thought all guys like strip clubs.

"How do they make any money? The pay sucks!" I told Danny as we finally walked out after 4 performances. "I guess it's through lapdances," he replied.

"Well, you can get much more money just having a sugardaddy!" I huffed. Yeah, i know! I was kinda drunk though! "I don't think you can make as much as they do in a strip club," Danny refuted. We started arguing on the going rate for a professional courtesan. Danny put it at a max of 300 a week and it was hard for me not to laugh. From personal experience, I had made much more in 10 minutes than these chicks probably made all week.

Coming back home both of us were still really chatty and animated. "So why weren't you hard at the club?" I asked.

"Look, there is no way that any of those girls even compare to you. You are the only one that can get me that way. Not even Beyonce (who is his dream girl) can even compete with you when it comes to the level of attraction I have for you." Good answer Danny.

Earlier in the week, I had mentioned to Danny about my multi-orgasmic experience with Brandon. He is taking it really personal and tried his best to break the record. He's all about breaking records. I doubt that it's possible and even regretting the fact I mentioned it. It must be a guy thing, they love to think they are the best at everything.

Needless to say, by the time I got home I was still amped up from the evening I had. I put a CD on and tried to re-enact some of the moves that I had seen the strippers do much to Danny's delight. The cappaccino's kept us up late, into the wee hours of the morning, talking, making love and showering.

It was a nice date.


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