Ichron's Story Time
Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 5:05 am
So it's been a few months since I've had a story time. In the past I told you of Coyote Ugly and visiting the one in Tampa, which led to the penalty shots performed on me and 2 of my friends (how the 4th escaped it, I don't know). I told you about how Emo sucks. Now comes installment number three:
Ichron and Strip Clubs.
You know my personality and language, so if you're offended by talk about tits, clits, coked out whores, and the like, then back out of the thread now, this is your only warning. This entire set of stories is pretty long, but fuck you, I'm not breaking it up into chapters. Just come back and read each part separately if you have fucking ADD or something. Fuck you, I'm also not going to split it into paragraphs. Each set of the story will have its own paragraph, but aside from that, learn to read a block of text because that's all you're getting.
I'm only going to touch on some of the more memorable events. First I'll give you a little background.
I am not much of a titty bar client, but I am no stranger to them. In the 8 years since my first visit, I have been maybe 5 or 6 times, averaging less than once a year visiting them. I would say that's pretty sparingly. Mostly it's for special occasions, such as a friend's bachelor party, or spring break, or a birthday...something like that.
My brother is 8 years older than me, and played football in college. Since football teams are more diverse in where the people are from than your average class, he met people from a lot of places, one being St. Petersburg, Florida. My brother spent a few spring breaks in St. Pete during his college days, and knew the area somewhat. My family really likes that area, and we visited it a few times. One time we visited over New Year's, and on New Year's Eve, my brother was talking with his friend. He is 24, and I am 16. They decided to go out somewhere...and but both look at me, knowing fully I cannot get into any kind of place at all because I have no fake id, and am nowhere near legal age, but they decide I need to go with them anyways. While on the ride, my brother asks me where I want to go...I of course said I had no idea, I do not know the city, and I'm only 16. So his friend says, how about Mons Venus. That is when my brother looked and said, "You're going to the king of all strip clubs right off the bat." Mons Venus is in Tampa, just a short drive across the bay from St. Pete. Needless to say, I was way out of my element, but eventually became acclimated. This place is beyond what most strip clubs are. In Kentucky, you must sit with your hands to your side, and never touch the dancer. If the dancer is nude, there is to be minimal or no contact from her to you. In this club in Florida, the only rule was there is no touching between her legs. I was chilling with my brother and his friend, and it's obvious some of these girls are totally strung out. One of them asks my brother's friend if he wants a dance, and he got one, and comes back to us and sits down. No more than 5 minutes later, this girl comes by and asks my brother's friend if he wants a dance, to which he says you just gave me one. She realizes this and laughs and then walks...maybe 5 feet, turns around, walks up to us again, and asks him once more if he wants a dance. It looks like some chemicals are destroying her short term memory. One other time a girl came up and asked my brother if he wanted a dance, to which my brother's friend jumps in with, "Oh man, she gave me a dance earlier, she's the best girl here," and of course the stripper thanks him for the compliment...but then he says, "You never gave me a dance, you dumb bitch." She obviously can't remember anything either. At any rate, my first experience in a club was one of me being underage, with no real rules about contact during dances. What a night.
Fast forward 6 years and I am in college and going on spring break with some friends. Not the rich kind, we opt for a thrifty spring break. Remember how my family likes the St. Pete area? My parents own a condo there, so 4 of us drive down and crash there for the week. One of the nights when the bars were slower, we decided to go hit a titty bar. I'd not been in 6 years, but I remembered the Mons. I told them we had to go there. They were more versed in the show-your-ass-for-cash clubs than I was, and assumed from my story that it was only an underaged kid with raging hormones driving the story, but agreed to go. They assumed the club would be much like the Kentucky ones. When we get on the interstate to head towards Tampa, we ran into some construction, and they were content to turn around and head somewhere else, saying, "Tits are tits, let's go somewhere else," but we stuck with it and arrived at the street that the Mons is located. We stopped and ate at a restaurant across the street, and as we were finishing, I made sure to tell them not to go crazy. Do not get a dance early in the night, or else you'll be wanting more and will drop money left and right and be broke. Just pick out the girl you want, wait for close to the end of our night to roll, around, and when she drops by, accept the invitation to have a lapdance. One of my friends (we'll call him Blaine) was barred from his then fiance, now wife, from having any dances. One (we'll call him Ben) had a girlfriend who looked like a wildebeest, but that's neither here nor there. The other 2 of us were single (I'll call my single friend Dane). Ben seems not too interested in the night, calm, generally out of it.
So we end up in the club, and there's 4 of us but only 3 open seats, so we look for another. Ben says no need, he's tired of sitting and wants to stand, so the other 3 of us sit and he stands behind us. We shoot the shit for a bit, and sometime between 15 and 30 minutes of us being there, we ask Ben something but get no answer...we look behind us and he's on the couch (these couches are completely open - no semi-private booths for couch dances, everyone gets to see the girl drop trou and grind your junk) getting a dance. Blaine is holding true to his promise and not getting any dances, but has to leave every half hour to hour and call his fiance. Eventually he talks her into some wild sex when he gets back (he'd been cut off due to a pregnancy scare). He was happy at that. We get ready to leave, and Ben says he wants one more dance. Since we all wanted to leave, but there is also the unspoken rule of no man left behind, I volunteer to wait for him to get a dance and then we'll head out. He finds his girl and gets a dance, while I chill waiting by the door. He's been with this girl for a long time, and I'm starting to wonder what the fuck is up, and just then a girl happens by and asks if I want a dance. I said fuck it, I'm tired of just standing here waiting for my friend, yeah, I'll take a dance. So this girl takes me over to the couch and sits me down...right beside Ben. There is a mirror facing the couches in the club, and so you can see both angles of the girls when you're getting a dance, but that also means people beside you can see as well. Ben is getting either his 3rd or 4th dance, and I see the stripper working his shit like she's kneading bread with her asscheeks, and she gives a thumbs up to the girl who is dancing for me. I was somewhat puzzled at this, but figured nothing of it. The dance finishes, we leave. Later on, I told Blaine and Dane of the final event in the club, and they kind of laughed (we found out later Ben had dropped $240 in the club... ) At any rate, Blaine jokingly says, "So, Ben. Did you cum a little?" to which he replied, "MORE THAN A LITTLE!" Wow...that's something I didn't need to hear...someone saying they unloaded a batch in their pants while a stripper was on them, but the setup and delivery was fucking classic, and of course is an inside joke phrase with us to this day...MORE THAN A LITTLE! They of course had to concede that my description of the place was right, and how they would never look at strip clubs the same. If there was ever a club to drop a paycheck in, this was the one. I saw a few weeks later something on 60 Minutes about the place, which I would assume somewhat justifies their self proclaimed status of World Famous. There is also a poster that has funny and famous signs from around the United States...and Mons Venus is listed, with their sign saying, "Have your laptop serviced."
Jump 2 years in the future to recently. So graduation comes, and it's time for the partying to be on. The problem is, one friend (I'll call him Terrell) is only 19, so he can't go to any bars with us, but we plan on doing something, and again, no man left behind. Where can you go with someone under 21? Well, how about a titty bar? We need to celebrate some how, so we decide it's time to visit once again. This time we go to Deja Vu in Lexington, Kentucky.
This is what happened to both me and Terrell (other friends are there, but uninvolved in the story).
First off, the dances here are topless, with a decent amount of contact, but there is one deal that they run in which you get one dance topless, the next fully nude, for $10 off of the normal price of 2 regular dances. It's not a bad deal, and if you want, you can have the second dance topless only. So I say yes to one of the girls who asks if I want a dance. Her stripper name is Tori. Tori and I go to one of the semi-private couches for this deal that they call The Deal of the Century. In this club, the drinks are free because it's an 18 and over club and no alcohol is served. You are able to buy these free drinks for the strippers, though...but it is less of buying them a drink and more of a way to tip the girl without flat out giving her the money, so it seems like less of a waste of money by just giving her more than what the dance costs. Anyways, when asked if I want to buy this dancer a drink, I decided, sure, what's another $5? So they bring her the drink while she's dancing. It's the topless part of the dance, and she's doing her work pretty good, this dancer had some skills. Then came the first of the unexpectedness. She tells me I need to unbutton my shirt so she could boob my chest. Ok...that never happened before, but sure. I unbutton my shirt and say, "I have another shirt on underneath this," and she says, "That's not a problem," and reaches down and untucks my shirt...hmm. So she's rubbing on my chest, and the nude part of the dance comes up. She gets fully nude, grabs her drink and pulls out a piece of ice and sucks it clean, then proceeds to rub this ice on her snapper...again...hmm. That's something that's never happened in a dance before. She tosses the ice aside and then begins to explore herself like Lewis and Clark trying to get to the Pacific. What does she do then? Shocks the hell out of me by then sticking her finger to my face...though I'm not sure if she was trying to wipe it on my lip or have me smell it, I was just floored. Once more, what the fuck is going on...this has never happened, but hey, I'm not complaining. She then says that there is only so much looking you can do, and say she wants to ride some more...so, she throws back on the thong, climbs aboard the Ichron Express and goes to town for the rest of the dance. Well...that was...awkward, yet, intriguing. She then comes to the table me and my bud are at and talks with us for about an hour to and hour and a half. I ask her what her name is, since she didn't tell me before. She says that her name is Tori, but her real name is (withholding name here). Hmm, stripper dropping her real name voluntarily for no reason whatsoever. Then Cody comes on to the stage to dance, and Tori looks at her, and comments on how hot she is. Tori asks if we want to see her kiss Cody, so of course we're not turning it down, but Tori is out of 1 dollar bills, so I hand her one to give to Cody. She walks up to the stage, motions Cody over, and then gives a pretty fucking hot kiss, then sucks on her nipples at the stage...to the point that the DJ stops the music and just has to make the comment, "Now that's what the fuck I'm talking about." Anyways, Tori comes back and continues talking to us. I find out a lot about her, but she kept returning to the topic of the VIP room. I knew she wanted to go back there, but I was in no way going to spend that kind of money, but she kept at the talk about it. She then makes the comment of how guys always ask her to go back there, she never asks them (hah, then why the fuck will you not stop talking about it? I know you want to go back there). That is where that story ends...somewhat.
So my friend Terrell is deciding he wants to get a dance, but he doesn't know who from. I spotted a girl I had recognized and said, "I got a dance from her like 7 months ago, she wasn't bad." It so happens that this girl was one that Terrell had been debating on picking, and that sealed the deal. He gets a dance from this girl, but she apparently has a tough time dancing for him. Why? Her given reason is she finds him too attractive to actually do the dance because she'd get too worked up. Yeah...sure, stripper talk, she's just running some game to get more money, right? But her actions seemed to point in the direction of her not lying. Either way, it's a coin flip on whether she's playing him or not.
Then comes my birthday this Saturday, and a lot of my friends leave town (fuckers) but I'm not skipping out on doing something for my birthday. Terrell is the last one left in town, but since he's not 21, we can't go to a bar...what do we do? Titties! So we head back, and by now Terrell has actually visited the club with some friends of his in the marines who were heading off to basic and then most likely Iraq - so they needed a good time out, since they weren't going to have one for the next 30 months. He spots this girl again, and once more she cannot dance from him, and he talks with her and she tells him her real name, but says she cannot tell him her phone number because it's against the rules. She does tell him where she goes to college and tell him to look her up on Facebook. Heh. Now that we're back in the club again, she spots him and comes over to talk. This girl is all over him at the table, not even in the dancing couch area. She's taking ice and sticking her hands down his shirt and rubbing it all over him, and they're talking (or rather looking, for some reason he apparently made the stripper shy...and he was pretty shy, no idea why). I catch out of the corner of my eye this stripper, whose stripper name is Rose, giving a dance to a girl. I laugh and point it out to Terrell. After the dance, Rose comes back to our table to play around with him some more, and he asks how she liked the dance with a girl. Rose responded, "I like girls!" Ok...wow. Apparently she's bisexual (cross-referenced on her facebook profile where it says she's interested in both men and women). I'm trying not to listen to much (I know he'll tell me the details later anyways). I do hear her says she only got 4 hours a sleep the night before. Her response as to why? Well, she goes to a college that's about 35 miles away, so for the weekend she stays with other strippers so she doesn't have to make the drive. She's staying with...none other than Tori. Apparently she went home the night before pretty fucking horny, and Tori had to take care of her. Yep, apparently Tori swings both ways as well. Of course, interest piqued, she's asked if all the strippers mess around with each other, which is met with a guilty smile and a, "Yes..." Mindfuck ahoy. Now I can no longer imagine one stripper without another one munching her box. That's a mental image right there. Holy bisexual hot bitches who aren't afraid to bare it all, Batman! On top of that, later in the night I saw Rose reach up and start playing with Cody while she was in a semi-private dance booth (hmm, lesbian threesome triangle with Tori, Cody, and Rose? Yes, please!).
Also, my 2 night haul from there included 2 free porn movies (5 hour lesbian porn, and an all latina porn) and 2 free passes. What can I say? Strippers love a guy with Blessing of Protection.
Of course, as I said before, it's my birthday, right?! What do they do with the birthday boys at Deja Vu? Well, they take you up on the stage and each stripper gets to do whatever the fuck she wants to do with you, then they take a polaroid of the strippers posing with you. I'd seen this one other time I was there when it was a girl patron's birthday (I know she had to have been put up to it by her boyfriend, she wasn't the most involved, but tried to have fun anyways). During the picture, one of the strippers snuck her arms to the girl's shirt and lifted it up during the picture. Sneaky bitch, oh well, that's a memorable picture for her now I'm sure. Anyways, here's the picture. I took the liberty of editing myself out, because I know what types of fuckers are reading this, and I know what shit they're capable of doing. I'm not going to give you THAT much ammo, you'll just have to deal with what you already have.
So, here we have me on a chair on stage with the strippers surrounding me. I have a damn near photographic memory, how else did I make it through school without so much as cracking a book? Anyways, because of that, I will be able to tell you who each ass belongs to and a little about them, so here we go.
From left to right:
Ariana (white bottoms with the 2 black money straps on her thighs) - she's got some junk in the trunk, but makes it bobble with some extra bounce and works it well.
Brianna (white bottoms, black thong, tattoos on her spine) - hot bitch, amazing face, looks better with red hair though (reference at bottom of page...yes, I have her picture, once again...what can I say? Strippers love me).
Dakota (red bikini, turned sideways, arm stretched up on pole) - pierced eyebrow and lower lip, pierced nipples, pierced clit, fair number of tattoos, but very fit and petite, can work her ass like nobody's business...and likes to purr in your ear (hehehe).
Gauge (girl beside pole with blue bottoms on) - bigass titties, and when it's you get taken on stage, she likes to beat you senseless with them.
Alyssa (barely can see her, she's in the back, you can see her face somewhat, and a necklace shining) - HOLY SHIT what can I say about her? Pretty tall, legs that go on for days, but they're attached to the most smoking body, perfect tits (thank you to her doctor) that are not overdone, and a simply amazing face (reference at bottom of page...once again, yeah, I got her picture, so what...look at those fucking legs). Also...she likes to breath in your ear...and moan. Yeah...
Jade (pink outfit, tattoo on small of back, wearing like a waist chain or some shit) - hot bitch, and is apparently a contestant in the upcoming deepthroat contest (what I wouldn't give to be what they're competing on, but I guess they'll use bananas or some shit).
Cody (boots, white lace bottom, tattoo on small of back) - fucking amazing looking, has a pierced clit, and not afraid to stick some fingers in her nethers for you. You've already heard about her.
Those in the back you can't see are Rose (who likes to purr and moan in your ear...), Tori, Emma (really petite, not much going on upstairs, but killer ass, and full of energy, long blonde hair, could probably ride you for hours) and the 2006 showgirl of the year with the most amazing pole moves you'll ever see, Sondra. I'm pretty sure that covers all of the girls. Anyways...here's the pictures (click them for a little better quality, the messageboard seems to give them jaggies):
My birthday picture:
Brianna:
Alyssa:
Ichron and Strip Clubs.
You know my personality and language, so if you're offended by talk about tits, clits, coked out whores, and the like, then back out of the thread now, this is your only warning. This entire set of stories is pretty long, but fuck you, I'm not breaking it up into chapters. Just come back and read each part separately if you have fucking ADD or something. Fuck you, I'm also not going to split it into paragraphs. Each set of the story will have its own paragraph, but aside from that, learn to read a block of text because that's all you're getting.
I'm only going to touch on some of the more memorable events. First I'll give you a little background.
I am not much of a titty bar client, but I am no stranger to them. In the 8 years since my first visit, I have been maybe 5 or 6 times, averaging less than once a year visiting them. I would say that's pretty sparingly. Mostly it's for special occasions, such as a friend's bachelor party, or spring break, or a birthday...something like that.
My brother is 8 years older than me, and played football in college. Since football teams are more diverse in where the people are from than your average class, he met people from a lot of places, one being St. Petersburg, Florida. My brother spent a few spring breaks in St. Pete during his college days, and knew the area somewhat. My family really likes that area, and we visited it a few times. One time we visited over New Year's, and on New Year's Eve, my brother was talking with his friend. He is 24, and I am 16. They decided to go out somewhere...and but both look at me, knowing fully I cannot get into any kind of place at all because I have no fake id, and am nowhere near legal age, but they decide I need to go with them anyways. While on the ride, my brother asks me where I want to go...I of course said I had no idea, I do not know the city, and I'm only 16. So his friend says, how about Mons Venus. That is when my brother looked and said, "You're going to the king of all strip clubs right off the bat." Mons Venus is in Tampa, just a short drive across the bay from St. Pete. Needless to say, I was way out of my element, but eventually became acclimated. This place is beyond what most strip clubs are. In Kentucky, you must sit with your hands to your side, and never touch the dancer. If the dancer is nude, there is to be minimal or no contact from her to you. In this club in Florida, the only rule was there is no touching between her legs. I was chilling with my brother and his friend, and it's obvious some of these girls are totally strung out. One of them asks my brother's friend if he wants a dance, and he got one, and comes back to us and sits down. No more than 5 minutes later, this girl comes by and asks my brother's friend if he wants a dance, to which he says you just gave me one. She realizes this and laughs and then walks...maybe 5 feet, turns around, walks up to us again, and asks him once more if he wants a dance. It looks like some chemicals are destroying her short term memory. One other time a girl came up and asked my brother if he wanted a dance, to which my brother's friend jumps in with, "Oh man, she gave me a dance earlier, she's the best girl here," and of course the stripper thanks him for the compliment...but then he says, "You never gave me a dance, you dumb bitch." She obviously can't remember anything either. At any rate, my first experience in a club was one of me being underage, with no real rules about contact during dances. What a night.
Fast forward 6 years and I am in college and going on spring break with some friends. Not the rich kind, we opt for a thrifty spring break. Remember how my family likes the St. Pete area? My parents own a condo there, so 4 of us drive down and crash there for the week. One of the nights when the bars were slower, we decided to go hit a titty bar. I'd not been in 6 years, but I remembered the Mons. I told them we had to go there. They were more versed in the show-your-ass-for-cash clubs than I was, and assumed from my story that it was only an underaged kid with raging hormones driving the story, but agreed to go. They assumed the club would be much like the Kentucky ones. When we get on the interstate to head towards Tampa, we ran into some construction, and they were content to turn around and head somewhere else, saying, "Tits are tits, let's go somewhere else," but we stuck with it and arrived at the street that the Mons is located. We stopped and ate at a restaurant across the street, and as we were finishing, I made sure to tell them not to go crazy. Do not get a dance early in the night, or else you'll be wanting more and will drop money left and right and be broke. Just pick out the girl you want, wait for close to the end of our night to roll, around, and when she drops by, accept the invitation to have a lapdance. One of my friends (we'll call him Blaine) was barred from his then fiance, now wife, from having any dances. One (we'll call him Ben) had a girlfriend who looked like a wildebeest, but that's neither here nor there. The other 2 of us were single (I'll call my single friend Dane). Ben seems not too interested in the night, calm, generally out of it.
So we end up in the club, and there's 4 of us but only 3 open seats, so we look for another. Ben says no need, he's tired of sitting and wants to stand, so the other 3 of us sit and he stands behind us. We shoot the shit for a bit, and sometime between 15 and 30 minutes of us being there, we ask Ben something but get no answer...we look behind us and he's on the couch (these couches are completely open - no semi-private booths for couch dances, everyone gets to see the girl drop trou and grind your junk) getting a dance. Blaine is holding true to his promise and not getting any dances, but has to leave every half hour to hour and call his fiance. Eventually he talks her into some wild sex when he gets back (he'd been cut off due to a pregnancy scare). He was happy at that. We get ready to leave, and Ben says he wants one more dance. Since we all wanted to leave, but there is also the unspoken rule of no man left behind, I volunteer to wait for him to get a dance and then we'll head out. He finds his girl and gets a dance, while I chill waiting by the door. He's been with this girl for a long time, and I'm starting to wonder what the fuck is up, and just then a girl happens by and asks if I want a dance. I said fuck it, I'm tired of just standing here waiting for my friend, yeah, I'll take a dance. So this girl takes me over to the couch and sits me down...right beside Ben. There is a mirror facing the couches in the club, and so you can see both angles of the girls when you're getting a dance, but that also means people beside you can see as well. Ben is getting either his 3rd or 4th dance, and I see the stripper working his shit like she's kneading bread with her asscheeks, and she gives a thumbs up to the girl who is dancing for me. I was somewhat puzzled at this, but figured nothing of it. The dance finishes, we leave. Later on, I told Blaine and Dane of the final event in the club, and they kind of laughed (we found out later Ben had dropped $240 in the club... ) At any rate, Blaine jokingly says, "So, Ben. Did you cum a little?" to which he replied, "MORE THAN A LITTLE!" Wow...that's something I didn't need to hear...someone saying they unloaded a batch in their pants while a stripper was on them, but the setup and delivery was fucking classic, and of course is an inside joke phrase with us to this day...MORE THAN A LITTLE! They of course had to concede that my description of the place was right, and how they would never look at strip clubs the same. If there was ever a club to drop a paycheck in, this was the one. I saw a few weeks later something on 60 Minutes about the place, which I would assume somewhat justifies their self proclaimed status of World Famous. There is also a poster that has funny and famous signs from around the United States...and Mons Venus is listed, with their sign saying, "Have your laptop serviced."
Jump 2 years in the future to recently. So graduation comes, and it's time for the partying to be on. The problem is, one friend (I'll call him Terrell) is only 19, so he can't go to any bars with us, but we plan on doing something, and again, no man left behind. Where can you go with someone under 21? Well, how about a titty bar? We need to celebrate some how, so we decide it's time to visit once again. This time we go to Deja Vu in Lexington, Kentucky.
This is what happened to both me and Terrell (other friends are there, but uninvolved in the story).
First off, the dances here are topless, with a decent amount of contact, but there is one deal that they run in which you get one dance topless, the next fully nude, for $10 off of the normal price of 2 regular dances. It's not a bad deal, and if you want, you can have the second dance topless only. So I say yes to one of the girls who asks if I want a dance. Her stripper name is Tori. Tori and I go to one of the semi-private couches for this deal that they call The Deal of the Century. In this club, the drinks are free because it's an 18 and over club and no alcohol is served. You are able to buy these free drinks for the strippers, though...but it is less of buying them a drink and more of a way to tip the girl without flat out giving her the money, so it seems like less of a waste of money by just giving her more than what the dance costs. Anyways, when asked if I want to buy this dancer a drink, I decided, sure, what's another $5? So they bring her the drink while she's dancing. It's the topless part of the dance, and she's doing her work pretty good, this dancer had some skills. Then came the first of the unexpectedness. She tells me I need to unbutton my shirt so she could boob my chest. Ok...that never happened before, but sure. I unbutton my shirt and say, "I have another shirt on underneath this," and she says, "That's not a problem," and reaches down and untucks my shirt...hmm. So she's rubbing on my chest, and the nude part of the dance comes up. She gets fully nude, grabs her drink and pulls out a piece of ice and sucks it clean, then proceeds to rub this ice on her snapper...again...hmm. That's something that's never happened in a dance before. She tosses the ice aside and then begins to explore herself like Lewis and Clark trying to get to the Pacific. What does she do then? Shocks the hell out of me by then sticking her finger to my face...though I'm not sure if she was trying to wipe it on my lip or have me smell it, I was just floored. Once more, what the fuck is going on...this has never happened, but hey, I'm not complaining. She then says that there is only so much looking you can do, and say she wants to ride some more...so, she throws back on the thong, climbs aboard the Ichron Express and goes to town for the rest of the dance. Well...that was...awkward, yet, intriguing. She then comes to the table me and my bud are at and talks with us for about an hour to and hour and a half. I ask her what her name is, since she didn't tell me before. She says that her name is Tori, but her real name is (withholding name here). Hmm, stripper dropping her real name voluntarily for no reason whatsoever. Then Cody comes on to the stage to dance, and Tori looks at her, and comments on how hot she is. Tori asks if we want to see her kiss Cody, so of course we're not turning it down, but Tori is out of 1 dollar bills, so I hand her one to give to Cody. She walks up to the stage, motions Cody over, and then gives a pretty fucking hot kiss, then sucks on her nipples at the stage...to the point that the DJ stops the music and just has to make the comment, "Now that's what the fuck I'm talking about." Anyways, Tori comes back and continues talking to us. I find out a lot about her, but she kept returning to the topic of the VIP room. I knew she wanted to go back there, but I was in no way going to spend that kind of money, but she kept at the talk about it. She then makes the comment of how guys always ask her to go back there, she never asks them (hah, then why the fuck will you not stop talking about it? I know you want to go back there). That is where that story ends...somewhat.
So my friend Terrell is deciding he wants to get a dance, but he doesn't know who from. I spotted a girl I had recognized and said, "I got a dance from her like 7 months ago, she wasn't bad." It so happens that this girl was one that Terrell had been debating on picking, and that sealed the deal. He gets a dance from this girl, but she apparently has a tough time dancing for him. Why? Her given reason is she finds him too attractive to actually do the dance because she'd get too worked up. Yeah...sure, stripper talk, she's just running some game to get more money, right? But her actions seemed to point in the direction of her not lying. Either way, it's a coin flip on whether she's playing him or not.
Then comes my birthday this Saturday, and a lot of my friends leave town (fuckers) but I'm not skipping out on doing something for my birthday. Terrell is the last one left in town, but since he's not 21, we can't go to a bar...what do we do? Titties! So we head back, and by now Terrell has actually visited the club with some friends of his in the marines who were heading off to basic and then most likely Iraq - so they needed a good time out, since they weren't going to have one for the next 30 months. He spots this girl again, and once more she cannot dance from him, and he talks with her and she tells him her real name, but says she cannot tell him her phone number because it's against the rules. She does tell him where she goes to college and tell him to look her up on Facebook. Heh. Now that we're back in the club again, she spots him and comes over to talk. This girl is all over him at the table, not even in the dancing couch area. She's taking ice and sticking her hands down his shirt and rubbing it all over him, and they're talking (or rather looking, for some reason he apparently made the stripper shy...and he was pretty shy, no idea why). I catch out of the corner of my eye this stripper, whose stripper name is Rose, giving a dance to a girl. I laugh and point it out to Terrell. After the dance, Rose comes back to our table to play around with him some more, and he asks how she liked the dance with a girl. Rose responded, "I like girls!" Ok...wow. Apparently she's bisexual (cross-referenced on her facebook profile where it says she's interested in both men and women). I'm trying not to listen to much (I know he'll tell me the details later anyways). I do hear her says she only got 4 hours a sleep the night before. Her response as to why? Well, she goes to a college that's about 35 miles away, so for the weekend she stays with other strippers so she doesn't have to make the drive. She's staying with...none other than Tori. Apparently she went home the night before pretty fucking horny, and Tori had to take care of her. Yep, apparently Tori swings both ways as well. Of course, interest piqued, she's asked if all the strippers mess around with each other, which is met with a guilty smile and a, "Yes..." Mindfuck ahoy. Now I can no longer imagine one stripper without another one munching her box. That's a mental image right there. Holy bisexual hot bitches who aren't afraid to bare it all, Batman! On top of that, later in the night I saw Rose reach up and start playing with Cody while she was in a semi-private dance booth (hmm, lesbian threesome triangle with Tori, Cody, and Rose? Yes, please!).
Also, my 2 night haul from there included 2 free porn movies (5 hour lesbian porn, and an all latina porn) and 2 free passes. What can I say? Strippers love a guy with Blessing of Protection.
Of course, as I said before, it's my birthday, right?! What do they do with the birthday boys at Deja Vu? Well, they take you up on the stage and each stripper gets to do whatever the fuck she wants to do with you, then they take a polaroid of the strippers posing with you. I'd seen this one other time I was there when it was a girl patron's birthday (I know she had to have been put up to it by her boyfriend, she wasn't the most involved, but tried to have fun anyways). During the picture, one of the strippers snuck her arms to the girl's shirt and lifted it up during the picture. Sneaky bitch, oh well, that's a memorable picture for her now I'm sure. Anyways, here's the picture. I took the liberty of editing myself out, because I know what types of fuckers are reading this, and I know what shit they're capable of doing. I'm not going to give you THAT much ammo, you'll just have to deal with what you already have.
So, here we have me on a chair on stage with the strippers surrounding me. I have a damn near photographic memory, how else did I make it through school without so much as cracking a book? Anyways, because of that, I will be able to tell you who each ass belongs to and a little about them, so here we go.
From left to right:
Ariana (white bottoms with the 2 black money straps on her thighs) - she's got some junk in the trunk, but makes it bobble with some extra bounce and works it well.
Brianna (white bottoms, black thong, tattoos on her spine) - hot bitch, amazing face, looks better with red hair though (reference at bottom of page...yes, I have her picture, once again...what can I say? Strippers love me).
Dakota (red bikini, turned sideways, arm stretched up on pole) - pierced eyebrow and lower lip, pierced nipples, pierced clit, fair number of tattoos, but very fit and petite, can work her ass like nobody's business...and likes to purr in your ear (hehehe).
Gauge (girl beside pole with blue bottoms on) - bigass titties, and when it's you get taken on stage, she likes to beat you senseless with them.
Alyssa (barely can see her, she's in the back, you can see her face somewhat, and a necklace shining) - HOLY SHIT what can I say about her? Pretty tall, legs that go on for days, but they're attached to the most smoking body, perfect tits (thank you to her doctor) that are not overdone, and a simply amazing face (reference at bottom of page...once again, yeah, I got her picture, so what...look at those fucking legs). Also...she likes to breath in your ear...and moan. Yeah...
Jade (pink outfit, tattoo on small of back, wearing like a waist chain or some shit) - hot bitch, and is apparently a contestant in the upcoming deepthroat contest (what I wouldn't give to be what they're competing on, but I guess they'll use bananas or some shit).
Cody (boots, white lace bottom, tattoo on small of back) - fucking amazing looking, has a pierced clit, and not afraid to stick some fingers in her nethers for you. You've already heard about her.
Those in the back you can't see are Rose (who likes to purr and moan in your ear...), Tori, Emma (really petite, not much going on upstairs, but killer ass, and full of energy, long blonde hair, could probably ride you for hours) and the 2006 showgirl of the year with the most amazing pole moves you'll ever see, Sondra. I'm pretty sure that covers all of the girls. Anyways...here's the pictures (click them for a little better quality, the messageboard seems to give them jaggies):
My birthday picture:
Brianna:
Alyssa: