quote for the day: "I think the girls are all saying, that guy in the red shirt is the bachelor and he likes lots of ass."
Saturday was so much fun I didn't get to bed until 7 Sunday morning.
We started the night with the Laker game. They lost to the Grizzlies by one point. It was a hard fought game, and a lot of fun to watch, but that last point came on a foul shot, which is always a little unsatisfying. Luckily the rest of the night would not be so.
Okay, feel some guilty societal need to explain myself. Obviously I like to look at the human body. That should be apparent by my love of the Suicide Girl's site and my desire to find a similar site run with male models. Wait... fuck this shit. I don't need to explain anything.
So after the game we hit the strip clubs. Let me start this tale by saying the Spearmint Rhino, for all it's publicity, is not that great. The room's too small, and while all the dancers I saw had nice bodies, a lot were not that pretty in the face. And a number of the gals had implants, which I personally find unattractive. After about twenty minutes most of us thought it would be fine if we left, and my friend the bachelor was really ready to go. So we hustled back into the limo and headed out to find better fare.
Forgot to mention the limo didn't I. It was a black stretch job, really classy looking on the outside, but the inside was a little too kitch for me. I mean, come on, neon strips on the ceiling? And frankly, I only use porn these days to get off. I watch about five or ten minutes while masturbating, and I don't mean five or ten minutes of "dialogue" or "plot." I haven't watched porn with a bunch of friends in a long time, and really don't get much out of that anymore, 'cept maybe a decent chuckle. What's on in the limo the whole time we're in there?
The next club was called 10, I think. A less cushy looking joint, (the room at the Rhino did look nice) but a little more our style. Smaller stage, but plenty of seats for us. The gal who started as we came in was just gorgeous. Slender, medium-sized breasts, nice hips, great legs, tall (or at least not short), pale skin, red hair, black lace, leather, and piercings. And a tinker bell tattoo in the small of her back (which I got a much better look at later). And she really worked the pole. She did the typical shinnying up move with her thighs, then dropped down to the stage into the splits. We all through down bills for that. The girls that followed her weren't quite as good, I'm told, but I asked her for a lap dance pretty soon after she got off the stage, so I didn't really notice.
Lap dances (or "couch dances", who came up with that term?) are an odd thing to me. Am I basically paying for sex with clothes on? Well, yeah. So it's prostitution, right? Makes me wonder how I really feel about that. Guess I don't really mind the idea that much. Oh, well. I'm only human.
We left after I was done, and went to Silver Reighn, where we spent the rest of the night. There were some great looking women there, of all shapes and sizes, and a lot of them figured out pretty fast what are bachelor friend liked, and that we'd supplied him with plenty of cash. We spent about two hours there, and he sat by the stage the whole time. He was usually the heaviest tipper as well. I guess it's easier when it's not your cash, eh pal.
I really enjoyed the attention of a gal named "Brooklyn." She was curvy in all the right places, and knew she'd caught me eye, so flirted with me whenever she danced. We talked a little too, and I got two lap dances from her.
All in all, an exhausting evening of drunken debauchery. But I guess that's what a bachelor party's supposed to be, isn't it.
Thanks for stopping by and being a friend. Silverwolf signing off.
Saturday was so much fun I didn't get to bed until 7 Sunday morning.
We started the night with the Laker game. They lost to the Grizzlies by one point. It was a hard fought game, and a lot of fun to watch, but that last point came on a foul shot, which is always a little unsatisfying. Luckily the rest of the night would not be so.
Okay, feel some guilty societal need to explain myself. Obviously I like to look at the human body. That should be apparent by my love of the Suicide Girl's site and my desire to find a similar site run with male models. Wait... fuck this shit. I don't need to explain anything.
So after the game we hit the strip clubs. Let me start this tale by saying the Spearmint Rhino, for all it's publicity, is not that great. The room's too small, and while all the dancers I saw had nice bodies, a lot were not that pretty in the face. And a number of the gals had implants, which I personally find unattractive. After about twenty minutes most of us thought it would be fine if we left, and my friend the bachelor was really ready to go. So we hustled back into the limo and headed out to find better fare.
Forgot to mention the limo didn't I. It was a black stretch job, really classy looking on the outside, but the inside was a little too kitch for me. I mean, come on, neon strips on the ceiling? And frankly, I only use porn these days to get off. I watch about five or ten minutes while masturbating, and I don't mean five or ten minutes of "dialogue" or "plot." I haven't watched porn with a bunch of friends in a long time, and really don't get much out of that anymore, 'cept maybe a decent chuckle. What's on in the limo the whole time we're in there?
The next club was called 10, I think. A less cushy looking joint, (the room at the Rhino did look nice) but a little more our style. Smaller stage, but plenty of seats for us. The gal who started as we came in was just gorgeous. Slender, medium-sized breasts, nice hips, great legs, tall (or at least not short), pale skin, red hair, black lace, leather, and piercings. And a tinker bell tattoo in the small of her back (which I got a much better look at later). And she really worked the pole. She did the typical shinnying up move with her thighs, then dropped down to the stage into the splits. We all through down bills for that. The girls that followed her weren't quite as good, I'm told, but I asked her for a lap dance pretty soon after she got off the stage, so I didn't really notice.
Lap dances (or "couch dances", who came up with that term?) are an odd thing to me. Am I basically paying for sex with clothes on? Well, yeah. So it's prostitution, right? Makes me wonder how I really feel about that. Guess I don't really mind the idea that much. Oh, well. I'm only human.
We left after I was done, and went to Silver Reighn, where we spent the rest of the night. There were some great looking women there, of all shapes and sizes, and a lot of them figured out pretty fast what are bachelor friend liked, and that we'd supplied him with plenty of cash. We spent about two hours there, and he sat by the stage the whole time. He was usually the heaviest tipper as well. I guess it's easier when it's not your cash, eh pal.
I really enjoyed the attention of a gal named "Brooklyn." She was curvy in all the right places, and knew she'd caught me eye, so flirted with me whenever she danced. We talked a little too, and I got two lap dances from her.
All in all, an exhausting evening of drunken debauchery. But I guess that's what a bachelor party's supposed to be, isn't it.
Thanks for stopping by and being a friend. Silverwolf signing off.