DF in Detroit with A Friend

The Landing Strip

Executive Summary: Cover, $5; Lap dances are topless and $20.  A beer
and a Martini are $15.50.  Mandatory $1 coat check and mandatory valet
parking add to the expenses.  Mileage seems to vary quite a bit, but is
very comparable to Memphis.  Lots of contact by the dancer.  Unless
you're a girl: then the contact isn't quite so limited.  To sit in a
booth you need to bribe the bouncer $20.  Credit Cards are charged under
the name NAPPCO INC.  The DJ was unremarkable; the bathroom was
cluttered and crowed, and the bathroom attendant was a little too
attentive.

The Story:

It was an evening for S___________ to try some new things.  We started
at Miki's in Ann Arbor, where we sat at the Sushi bar.  It had been a
long time since I had introduced anyone to sushi, and I'd forgotten how
hard it was to get over the idea of eating raw fish.  I ordered Tuna and
Yellowtail, and she managed to force them down.  I taught her how to mix
the wasabi and the soy sauce into a nasal clearing paste, and how to
make sure soy sauce got onto the rice without violating Asian etiquette.
I thought she might still be hungry, so I ordered a California Roll, as
I was homesick, and a tuna roll, because she seemed to like that.

"What's that wrapper made out of - or do I not want to know?"
 "Seaweed".

S___________ gave me a look that said that things better improve, or
else.

After straightening out some confusion with the check, which improved
the price of the dinner by a bottle of sake, we repaired to a nearby
nudie establishment: The Landing Strip.  idleeric was supposed to meet
us, but his plans changed when he found a way to spend time with
Catherine The Great.  So we were on our own.

We parked the car, parked her jacket (ooh, now her tight shirt was
uncovered), and paid cover -- $5 for "the gentleman".  I was proud of
myself for not turning to look to see whom the clerk was talking about.
Then we walked upstairs.

There was a relatively small room dominated by a long stage shared by
two dancers.  One end zone had the restrooms, and the other had the bar.
Over the bar was a small stage that featured the last song in a dancer's
rotation. There were several other women PL's in attendance, all
escorted by male PL's or in a group.

S___________'s eyes roamed the room, she was nervous and excited yet she
wanted to look cool.  Just like us guys.  We watched the dancers, and I
admit I peeked at my beloved, but doomed, Raiders from time to time.
Still, the best thing to watch was S___________.  As I may have
mentioned, she was wearing tight jeans (which she regretted later), and
a tight shirt covered her ample cleavage.

"So, do you want to tip her?" I said, when I noticed S___________'s gaze
was directed at a particular dancer.  "No", she'd shake her head each
time, letting me know that she either didn't think the dancer was
sensual enough, or that she wasn't quite comfortable getting out of the
chair, drawing all that attention to herself.

I tipped a couple of dancers as they walked from the large stage to a
small one above the bar.  A titian tressed trull caught my eye while
playing with another dancer; she later returned with a stale "wanna":
"Who am I going to molest at this table?"

I told her that I wasn't going to be molested by a dancer, but that
S___________ might. K_____ was a medium sized dancer, young with pert B
cups.  She joined us, egged S___________ into a couple of shots, then
took us upstairs.  I sat between the girls and the bouncer.

K_____ stripped out of everything but her panties and her shoes then
draped herself over S___________.  During the dances she stroked
S___________'s breasts, pulling her shirt up when the bouncer wasn't
looking.  S___________ stroked K_____'s butt and those sensitive inner
thighs, moving her fingers higher and higher during the dance.  K_____
arched her back, pressing herself into S___________, while S___________
fondled and sucked K_____'s tits.  Finally K_____ stood over
S___________, closed her eyes, and let S___________ taste her.

At this point the bouncer raised a gentle objection.  K_____ was unhappy
at the lickus interuptus, but didn't complain too loudly once she had
herself comfortably draped over S___________ again.  She berated
S___________ for not wearing a skirt.  However, S___________ had derived
as much pleasure from the dance as any other raincoater would, and
didn't feel too bad about it.

Three dances in the VIP room: $60.  Someone else doing all that foreplay
while I got to watch football: priceless.

We returned to the main area and watched more dancers.  K_____ didn't
rejoin us, to S___________'s disappointment, but she did give
S___________ her number, which turned out to be real.  I wonder what
that means?

During the postmortem, S___________ said that she should still be
labeled bi "curious", although she didn't seem to be in doubt, and she
also expressed surprise that K_____ tasted so similar to herself.  I
couldn't comment, as I didn't know what K_____ tasted like.

S___________ got to eat raw fish, put soy sauce on her rice, see naked
women, eat another kind of sushi, and receive paid sex work.  Then we
found something else she liked, but that's another story.  And if you
are a bi or gay woman in the Detroit area who would like to meet
S___________, drop me a line and I'll introduce you.  Virtually, as it
were.