The bar was covered in neon blue/red lights overlooking a huge dance structure w/multiple stages on different stairways. Lots of circular lounge chairs w/tiny drink tables adorned the place. Looks quiet and sophisticated right?
I figured we'll just steer away from the dancers and just grab a drink and chop it up w/some conversation.
BOY WAS I WRONG.
I had NO IDEA what was in store for us.
We were situated right in the center. 10 guys.
Some married..some not...one about to be. It mattered not..because as we sat..we realized that we were all "PREY"...
Within 2 -3 minutes..I felt the circling of sharks Literally 12-15 girls converged on our group like hungry carnivores looking for prey.
WE literally walked into a dancer SHARK TANK!
1 by 1..my friends were knocked off. 1, 2 and sometimes 3 girls would jump right on their round lounge chair (this is why they got these chairs of course. Should I have brought some PURELL for my seat?) and very effectively persuade them into a lap dance right on the spot.
Other posters commented about having a lapdance in front of everyone. For us, there was no time nor any interest to worry about what other people were doing..!
What was 10guys..dwindled down to 7, then 6, then 5!.
They got smothered in their chairs. One of my closer friends dissappeared back into the VIP lounge and wasn't heard from until the next day!
The dancers soon started turning their attention to me! What was I gonna do?? I didn't want to spend time fighting them off! What to do? Act fast! Act fast!
As this portly dancer came up to me...I quickly reacted and said
"HEY! That guy over there!?? (pointed at my one lonely buddy w/who never had a gf)...He has 500 bucks in his pocket RIGHT NOW!.(which he did..he's gonna kill me when he finds out I did this)...
She stopped her "hey honey..do you wanna dance" speech, got out of character, gave me the "ok" sign w/her fingers and turned her attention to him! They went to VIP and re-emerged 1 hr later...w/out 500 dollars in his pocket.. Sorry buddy..either me or you! DODGED ONE BULLET!
Then the remaining three of us literally held elbows together as if we were in the movie Gladiator..and I was Russell Crowe...yelling out "HOLD THE LINE!"..trying to protect us from the lingerie invadors.
This did NOT work well at ALL. These slinky size 2 girls slid down our armlocks and released them like butter. They've done this before..I can gather! The remaining 3 of us were then assimilated into fleshgate and were fodder for these cash hungry succubi...looking to juice us dry of every piece of green paper and credit plastic we had..
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