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i had the best time at the strip club last night. a lot like back when i first started going to them before i turned 21. it was just a lot of fun. the first dancer was great. she was very real. not all bones and silicone. she kept popping me in the face with her breasts laughing at me laughing about it. she said i was very well behaved. apparently some people can't help but touch even though they're not supposed to. not me. i accidentally touched her leg and kept apologizing. she finally shut me up by shoving my face into her bosom. sometimes manners pay off. wink wink.

the second dancer of the night was a hoot. i saw her and wanted her to dance for me due to her resemblence to a friend of mine that i used to have a deep crush on. same height, a little thinner but the same breasts and shoulder length curly red hair. she was walking around and i walked directly up to her. she was kind of taken aback because she thought i was trying to get by and so we did the side-step dance. i had a goofy smile on my face when she said "do you want a dance?" oh yes. she was awesome. at one point after a few dances she told me she felt very free with me because she trusted me not to do anything. that i was a great statue. even when she rubbed her nipples across my mouth. all comments of cleanliness aside, it was pretty fucking cool. she was daring herself to get more and more intense and I just took all the "abuse". she said she'll be leaving to go back down South next week and has me contemplating breaking my steadfast rule of strip clubbing...never go in alone. she thanked me for making her night so much more pleasant than the past week had been.

should i, just to say goodbye and thanks?