Dolla Dolla Bills

My best friend’s birthday was over the weekend so I drove back because she wanted to go to a strip club. We’d never been so our group of girls was anxious, excited and nervous. We’ve never been to even a women’s strip club and we were going to Sugar

Daddies in West Virginia, a male strip club. We entered by ringing a doorbell into a smoke filled room. Tee’s mom was already there with her two friends. We sat down and a man named Absolute came to our table to try to talk to us but we were too nervous. It’s kind of funny thinking back to it now; we were nervous of the male stripper. But throughout the night Tee got a lap dance, a few of us got our boobs licked or motor boated, and we got to dance on the stage were we practiced on the pole. The strippers are kind of funny. There were hot ripped ones, chunky sloppy ones, awkward nervous dancers, or we’re so obviously gay. We stayed for a long time, because we just wanted to dance and the people watching was hilarious. There was a cross dresser who gave my friend a dollar after she danced with him. I’m not exactly sure why. All in all a good night and thankfully we were all broke so we didn’t hand out too many ones.