on my lap... gyrating...  

ByteChaser2 53M
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12/25/2005 6:16 pm

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on my lap... gyrating...

Tiffany, on my lap, now gyrating, a lap dance... Her only problem, or rather mine, her flatulence...

SJ, you'll doubtless recognize that first line

But lemme tell you about the last couple times at the "Culture Club".

So, I'm sitting there, in a booth close to one of the stages. There's Thai dancers o'plenty, each in various states of undress and plying their ummm... questionable.... wares for a group of visiting Japanese tourists, each waving copious fist-fulls of ones and fives.

Ok, side note... They live in an Asian country. They have Asian wives and girlfriends and Asian "other" if you catch that reference... Why, pray do tell, would they come to Hawaii where granted, one out of five ladies are actually white (and conspicuously not present in the land of raw fish), would they automagically gravitate towards the Asian dancers? Huh... go figure.

Anyway, I'm in this booth and poaching as it were off these tourists. And down sits a young lovely in a G-string, looking mighty friendly and asks to sit a while. Ok, sure... have a seat!

We're talking, she's flirting, I'm poaching...

I get a bourbon and coke, she gets a... ummm... drink. Ok so in the strictest adherence of the definition, it's a liquid and it's consumed so... yeah a drink. The point is, we're pretty much even on the orders. One for one... for one... for one...

So oh... 20 or so bourbon and cokes/dancer "drinks" later, the ugly lights come on and my server brings the final bill. $1400 bucks.

Talk about flatulence! I was expelling gas for multiple orifices!

Now, under normal circumstances, I'd have gone right over the edge on the server but hey, that Samoan out front is really fuckin big and I rather value the proper function of my skeleton and internal organs...

I sign the check, get my card and bolt out the door, convinced I've just been triple tabbed...

In later reflection and mental tabulation... I realized that there were a couple hundred in tips on the tab as well as a couple drinks to the one of the performing dancers... Oh and a dancers double shot - of which she'd had several - are $40 each... So yeah, it could have been accurate. Maybe... in a twisted alternate universe...

A couple nights later and I'm a glutton for punishment. Back in the club, back in a booth, with a couple dancers keeping me company and once again, poaching when I can.

Thing is... I'm keeping count this time. I got my note book and I'm ticking off the drinks. So many dancer singles, so many doubles and what I'm drinking. Long about 2 or so, the lights came up and while I'm waiting for the server, I'm adding up my tally.

By god... it came to $800. and so did the tab... go figure.

It's a disease LOL

rm_sj365 55F
2414 posts
12/25/2005 10:08 pm

"Tiffany, on my lap, now gyrating, a lap dance... Her only problem, or rather mine, her flatulence... "

well if that line wasnt just custom made for you!

ByteChaser2 53M

12/25/2005 10:18 pm

Right sj? Went looking back through the journal and it just jumped right out at me! XXXXX

silkysmoothlegs3 105F

12/26/2005 2:28 am


Nice butt

ByteChaser2 53M

12/26/2005 10:42 am

lol silkysmooth - the more you say it, the more I like it!

ByteChaser2 53M

12/26/2005 10:45 am

sexyfit, lol. Sounds pretty obsessive/compulsive huh? But hey... They was NEKKID! sorta...

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