thedza

one, two, buckle my shoe...

my life as am amateur stripper, part 2.

with only two nights left in st. louis, me and the two boy decided to head back over the rivers to the tittie bars. i was primed and reay to go. when i walked through, the announcer said, 'we've gotta get the girl in the black hat on stage'. and i thought, why not? so i whipped out my two dollars and pandora comes sauntering over. in no time, i am on the little stage, bent over, shirt off and pants around my ankles. sweet. i give those girls credit, that floor was slippery. i would never be able to stand up and dance around in those shoes they wear.

part 3.

after this trial run, tha dj announced a contest. i jumped up and threw down on the stage. i won 2 tickets to kickboxing, 25 free passes (lame-girls get in free anyway)and a free drink ticket.
the money shot comes when i am stepping off the stage. this guy comes up to me and asks me if i need help getting down. after seeing him up close, i recognize him as one of the guys from the class i was taking. and of course he did not come alone. a quick scan of the joint reveals 6 other guys from class. oops.

of all the strip joints in the world, you had to walk into mine. this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.