Um, I'll go again.
But I did feel like a pervert, looking at all those men.
I felt like I was objectifying them.
The solution is to go
and be drunk and/or high
and have tons of singles.
The one guy I tipped attempted to grind his dick into my face.
As I moved back, he grabbed my shoulder and stopped me.
As I tipped him, he asked how I was and my name.
His was Jake...IDK WTF that was about.
The cutest by far were the two with glasses,
they just had a lot of fun up there.
Put me at ease.
Is this with professional strippers or amateur volunteers?
ReplyDeleteAnd how many 'audience' were there, roughly?
I've only ever been to a small, very private affair where the stripper was a boy who someone was going out with and who just wanted to do it, or had been persuaded to do it. Never been to a 'commercial' one.