My friends and I recently traveled to Las Vegas for my good friend’s bachelor party. Apart of most bachelor parties is the infamous visit to the strip club. I have never been to a strip club, and never thought I would. This was my first experience, and it was and will be one of the most memorable moments of my life. Bear with me; I had to tell my story, so here it is:
This strip club was one of Las Vegas’s most prominent, it turns out. To be honest, I was quite nervous to enter this club for this was my first experience. I feared the embarrassment that the girls most feel; I feared being looked at as a pervert; and simply, I felt like I was committing a crime! Being with a large group of guys and having a few drinks, though, seemed to ease the tension. I walked into the dimly lighted club and was amazed at what I saw. It was like I was walking into a fantasy land, land of every guys dream. It was a classy topless bar, where there were beautiful women at every turn, dancing slowly and seductively. The first thing we did upon entering was migrate over to the main stage and watch the women perform. As I was watching the beautiful women on stage, a few of the ladies approached me and asked if I wanted a dance, but I said “no thank you, not right now”…. I didn’t want to tell them I was too nervous to accept. We stayed at the stage for awhile soaking it all in; for most of us it was our first time. I was amazed to see both guys AND girls, handing out money at the stage! Finally, we navigated over to the smaller stages where the ladies were dancing solo. I finally gained enough courage, again after a few drinks, to pull the ‘ole wallet out and take out some money. The lady was dancing slowly, and seductively, very hypnotic. Looking back, it’s true, I was hypnotized! She danced over to me, and slowly pulled her g-string away from her body in anticipation of the money. As I placed the dollar between her g-string and her body, my hand brushed against her leg. It was soo smooth and silky. I sighed as I took my hand away, looked in her eyes and said thank you. She smiled, leaned over the rail, and gave me a kiss on the cheek and resumed her sensual dance.
Later on, my friends scrounged up enough money ($100) to buy me a private dance…. They brought over this gorgeous women that seemed to come straight out of my dreams. She smiled seductively, took my hand, and led me into the VIP room. She asked me as we entered, “are you nervous?”. I replied “yes, very”. She smiled at me and said she would make me feel comfortable. We walked into the room and I could see other guys around the coaches & chairs oblivious to my presence; only focusing on their private dance. We walked over to the coach in the corner of the room and she sat me down as she started to dance slowly. With a comforting smile she sat in my lap, and pressed her body against mine. Her movements were sensual and slow, and oh so gentle. She leaned back against me allowing me to smell her hypnotic aroma. Her hair brushed against my face and neck, while she took my hands and rubbed it against her silky smooth sides. I than became completely relaxed, as all the tension seemingly was removed from my body. My heart skipped a beat due to this sensory overload. I told her, “I’m in heaven”. She laughed, tilted her head and I felt her hot breath as she whispered sensually into my hear. I never felt so good.
This went on for what seemed quite awhile. When the time was up, she smiled and asked if I wanted more. Wanted more? When is the next time I’ll be in an environment such as this, experiencing this type of entertainment that pleased all my senses. I told her “yes, please!” and she continued. I remember the experience quite well despite the number of drinks I had. I also remember how easily it came to hand over the money with a generous tip. Never has money been more well spent, I thought (and still think). I spent over $600 that night, over half in tips, yet I can look back with no regrets. Never has all my senses been pleased in such a complete way. After the dance I realized that my friends had left, so I said I had to go. With much remorse I followed her as she walked me to the door. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me she had a wonderful time. I couldn’t put my experience into words, so all I managed to say was “thank you so much”. I walked outside and was surprised to see that the sun had risen. It was 6:30 in the morning and I felt like a million bucks!
As I was packing in the hotel room later that day, I came across the shirt I had worn the previous night. Her scent still lingered, triggering wonderful memories from the night before. I sighed, placed the shirt in my bag and left Vegas not knowing when I would return.
- The End -
I just wanted to get this down, because it was killing me! It was such a wonderful experience that I had to talk about it. I don’t know what it is, but I feel like a new man. Before I left for Vegas, I had 6 of the most stressful months of my life due to promotions, new responsibilities and problems at work. When I came back, a huge burden was lifted from my shoulders. What is this psychology that has affected me? How can this one event so dramatically change my mood? Why is that I can’t remove this smile from my face? It was such a perfect experience, that I fear if I go back, it won’t be the same.
I thank all of you for doing what you do. I understand it is business, however I hope you understand how you make some of us feel. It’s our fantasy that you fulfill. Never did I think that this would happen, or could happen, but it did. It’s true; stripper is NOT a dirty word. It is one of the most beautiful in the world.



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Don't forget the cash! LOL. 
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