A Small Story by LMR

A friend of mine, let's call him Tony, and I, decided to head to a local
strip club, which, by all means, is about as nasty as any here in Los
Angeles.

Now Tony isn't your normal average type of guy. He's your hot, beefy,
hunk type. Strong, tall, etc., if you looked at Tony, you'd wonder which
TV show he was on, or where this guy was president of some company, or
heck, if he was that model you saw in last week's Maxim.

Basically, Tony was tall, good looking, and had an incredible
personality- the type of guy who you normally see with some girl who
easily surpasses a ten on 99% of men's scales.

So, at the strip club, we were sitting by stage, tipping dollars, when
Tony saw this beautiful blonde on stage. And by beautiful, I mean
gorgeous, hot, you name it, she was it. She looked about 19 or 20, and
had a behind which could bounce quarters. Her pussy was just delicious,
and oh, her breasts; if natural boobs are your thing, well, let's just
say hers were C's, and that's not even mentioning her face.

So afterwards, the girl comes down from stage and Tony decided to get
some dances with this girl. Gosh, I don't think I ever saw Tony's face
so deliriously happy as he disappeared for like 3 or 4 songs. Then of
course, he comes back to his seat by stage.

Tony said, "You know, she parties, she wants to come to the Rubber
Room." I said, "Really? Is she gonna meet you there?" and he replies,
"No, I'm gonna give her my number!"

Now, if you saw Tony anywhere else in the world, you'd think, "Gosh,
he's gonna give her his number and she's gonna call tonight!" right?
Well, for some reason, I knew that wasn't gonna happen.

After all, we were in a strip club.

So a little bit later in the night, Tony sees this blonde again during
another dance special and tries to get her attention, but she's off and
running and making the payola for herself.

Before Tony and I leave, we hit the bathroom, and he says, "Man, that
blonde is hot. I'm gonna give her my number".  So of course, I tell him,
"You know she's not going to call you."

"Yeah right!", said Tony.

So right before we leave, Tony catches up with her, and I still remember
what she said back to him,  "Oh, I don't have a pen, and I can't give
you my number, but why don't you come back here to see me again?"

Uh huh, sure she was going to call you.

And as a side note, Tony, the all around guy, has gone out with
beautiful strippers before, lots of them. He just never met one at a
strip club, and for some reason, I don't think he ever will.


LMR
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Las Vegas Strip Club Review
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