You think that is bad? I had been going to SCs about a year when this one dancer took an aggressive interest in making me one of her regulars. She wasn't very pretty, think trailer park trash, but Mr Happy liked her. One day, during a private dance, she was showing me more than the club allowed at the time. Her butt was about 6 inches from my face, she grabbed her cheeks and spread them. Oh man what a scent, I could just about guess what she had for lunch. I was wearing an expensive white shirt, her next move was to put her butt with her cheeks spread on my chest and slide slowly down. Luckily the song ended right after and I paid her and was very polite about not wanting to continue. I go back to the table thinking not much of it, but I couldn't shake the scent. I thought it was just "burned" into nostrils,................until my ATF finally showed up.................................and asked what I had got on my shirt. Can you say SKID MARKS, Yes she skid marked my shirt. How did I take it? That was the first of two times I almost got thrown out of the club. The second time I nearly was thrown out was when she (The Skid Mark Girl) "accidently" bust into a private dance between me and my ATF at a very inopportune time and broke the mood. To say I was pissed was a understatement. I say accidently because me an my ATF and her and her victim was waiting on the same room. My ATF and I was first in line, they was at the table right by its door. She saw us go in and there is only one way in and out, right by them and she "thought" we were through. Yeah right. Any way I feel for you man but give me stinky P**sy over skid marks anyday.



? I had been going to SCs about a year when this one dancer took an aggressive interest in making me one of her regulars. She wasn't very pretty, think trailer park trash, but Mr Happy liked her. One day, during a private dance, she was showing me more than the club allowed at the time. Her butt was about 6 inches from my face, she grabbed her cheeks and spread them. Oh man what a scent, I could just about guess what she had for lunch. I was wearing an expensive white shirt, her next move was to put her butt with her cheeks spread on my chest and slide slowly down. Luckily the song ended right after and I paid her and was very polite about not wanting to continue. I go back to the table thinking not much of it, but I couldn't shake the scent. I thought it was just "burned" into nostrils,................until my ATF finally showed up.................................and asked what I had got on my shirt. Can you say SKID MARKS, Yes she skid marked my shirt. How did I take it? That was the first of two times I almost got thrown out of the club. The second time I nearly was thrown out was when she (The Skid Mark Girl) "accidently" bust into a private dance between me and my ATF at a very inopportune time and broke the mood. To say I was pissed was a understatement. I say accidently because me an my ATF and her and her victim was waiting on the same room. My ATF and I was first in line, they was at the table right by its door. She saw us go in and there is only one way in and out, right by them and she "thought" we were through. Yeah right. Any way I feel for you man but give me stinky P**sy over skid marks anyday.
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