My friend and I decided to go to the local strip club one evening – we aimed for opening time as I’d been early before and it is actually one of the quietest local places for a drink the first hour or two when doors open. Also, entry is cheap and you obviously get free reign to choose if you do decide to have some fun with the girls.
We had been sitting for a couple of minutes sipping on beers and chatting when the strip club routine of “You ever been here before?” and “Want to buy me a drink?” began. We were surrounded by maybe five girls all bored at the start of their shift and we got talking. They were every range of gorgeous, from classic stripper bimbo to feisty dominatrix, cute innocent schoolgirl to big black mama. After a while, one asked us if we were looking to book any private dances. We told them we were thinking about it and headed out for a cigarette.
“I might take one of them up on it.” I said, passing the lighter to my friend.