Psychotic Double Standard
The scene is a small sleazy bar shapped in a horseshoe. In the middle is a dance floor about 2 feet off the ground with two brass poles. The girls would dance to two songs, stripping down to nothing by the end of the song. Then they climb on the bar and crawl nude on all fours stopping at each customer. At each customer they bring their breasts close to your face, or sit back and spread their legs as they play with themselves...this is kinda like a lap dance only you're sitting on a stool and the girls are on the bar, naked in front of you. Well, as the girls do their thing, they periodically lean into you and push their breast together waiting for you to slide some ones or fives in. If you tip well, the girl would actually touch your nose with her boobs. If she liked you, she would pull your head in and smother you.
So, I'm there for the second night in a row, and this cute blond from Poland recognizes me from the previous night. She's all smiles and hugs. when it's time to be on the bar in front of me, she's just about killing me with my face smashed in her chest. Then she puts her legs over my shoulder and pushes her muff millimeters from my nose. I'm tipping like crazy(ones) and she even touches my nose with her muff lips. As she's about to leave, she leans in one more time, pulls my face between her boobs for a goodbye smother. I'm feeling pretty good, and I like her, so I kiss her between her boobs. She rears back, looking absolutely shocked, and says:
She: What are you some kind of pervert?!!
Me: What are you talking about?
She: Don't you know you're not allowed to touch me???
Me: Wha-a-t???
By now she's yelling so loud, the other girls stop dancing, and the bouncer is heading my way
She: Don't you ever touch me again!
Me: What are you nuts?
Bouncer: Hey, I'm calling the cops
Me: Are YOU nuts??? (he didn't appreciate this)
He grabs my arm and lifts me off the stool. Now, I'm 6'3" and 240, so this will give you an idea of his size and strength. Nevertheless, my Italian temper starts heating up, and I'm ready to do something stupid.
She: He touched me!
Me: She's rubbing herself all over me! All the girls do it. She's crazy!
Bouncer: I'm calling the cops
Methinking) all right (my name), you can be right and have to explain to the wife you were arrested for fighting and molesting a stripper (insert end of marriage here), or you can eat humble pie, and exit. Guess which one I did??
The scene is a small sleazy bar shapped in a horseshoe. In the middle is a dance floor about 2 feet off the ground with two brass poles. The girls would dance to two songs, stripping down to nothing by the end of the song. Then they climb on the bar and crawl nude on all fours stopping at each customer. At each customer they bring their breasts close to your face, or sit back and spread their legs as they play with themselves...this is kinda like a lap dance only you're sitting on a stool and the girls are on the bar, naked in front of you. Well, as the girls do their thing, they periodically lean into you and push their breast together waiting for you to slide some ones or fives in. If you tip well, the girl would actually touch your nose with her boobs. If she liked you, she would pull your head in and smother you.
So, I'm there for the second night in a row, and this cute blond from Poland recognizes me from the previous night. She's all smiles and hugs. when it's time to be on the bar in front of me, she's just about killing me with my face smashed in her chest. Then she puts her legs over my shoulder and pushes her muff millimeters from my nose. I'm tipping like crazy(ones) and she even touches my nose with her muff lips. As she's about to leave, she leans in one more time, pulls my face between her boobs for a goodbye smother. I'm feeling pretty good, and I like her, so I kiss her between her boobs. She rears back, looking absolutely shocked, and says:
She: What are you some kind of pervert?!!
Me: What are you talking about?
She: Don't you know you're not allowed to touch me???
Me: Wha-a-t???
By now she's yelling so loud, the other girls stop dancing, and the bouncer is heading my way
She: Don't you ever touch me again!
Me: What are you nuts?
Bouncer: Hey, I'm calling the cops
Me: Are YOU nuts??? (he didn't appreciate this)
He grabs my arm and lifts me off the stool. Now, I'm 6'3" and 240, so this will give you an idea of his size and strength. Nevertheless, my Italian temper starts heating up, and I'm ready to do something stupid.
She: He touched me!
Me: She's rubbing herself all over me! All the girls do it. She's crazy!
Bouncer: I'm calling the cops
Methinking) all right (my name), you can be right and have to explain to the wife you were arrested for fighting and molesting a stripper (insert end of marriage here), or you can eat humble pie, and exit. Guess which one I did??
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