Tails from a Strip Club

I’m not too sure if me and my new room mate are going to get along. I went out of town, over night. I figured that cats were pretty much self sufficient, could take care of themselves. I came home this evening and found two plants toppled over, soil everywhere. I found that my roomie missed the cat box by 2 rooms, and I almost stepped in what looked like hair ball puke. Needless to say we needed to sit down and talk about the rules, some wall to wall counseling if you will. I think that I got my point across.Right about now I am feeling pretty used. Like a piece of meat if you will. Sasha keeps avoiding me, my calls and my eagerness to bump uglies again.
She keeps telling me that her schedule is real busy and, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. I can’t believe she is pulling a “Mike” on me. Beating me at my own game. What is this world coming to?
I sat and watched the plethora of silicone prance around me. I had been here many times before. Not here exactly, but if you have seen one strip club, you have seen them all. I was pretty worked up, hot and bothered after my call with Sugar So I opted for the next best thing. I had a good buzz going and decided it was time to interact with the nakedness all around me. I was two for three in the challenge and tonight I was going to even it up. The premise is that I pick one of the naked beauties and play on her mind, insecurities and greed and coax her into leaving with me. I was with a business associate who I hardly knew, but he was like a teen in a porn theater. Like he never saw a naked woman before in his life. He doubted that I could pull it off. I would use the money we beat and he lost to ensure my victory. After all, I had pulled prime from a strip club before and tonight I was in rare form.
After a few stage dances and a couple of shots, I picked the target. She was a small built gal, only about 5’4”, tiny waist and a pretty decent rack. I chose her due to the way she ate up the attention from the guys willing to feed the kitty while she pranced around. I waited for her to go on stage, but she never did and I was getting a lot heat from the toddler in my pants to make the move. I waved her over and bought her a few rounds. I told her how incredibly beautiful she was. She ate it up like a fat kid at Chucky Cheese. I thought my business associate, we’ll call him Jason was about to experience premature ejaculation as “Candy” sat upon my lap and humped my thigh. I kept the liquor coming and played up to her ego. She asked me several times if I wanted to go into the back room for a private dance. I eased into the “I want more than a dance” theme. Her giggle level was such that I knew it was time to make the move. I couldn’t shake the image of her head banging away at the hotel room headboard as I drove her from behind.
We walked into the back room. It was dark as usual and each room had it’s own little television running porn. How I love the good ol’ US of A. We had to wait for the current song to finish before we could commence with the dancing of the lap. Candy took another shot and I made my move. “Can I ask you something”, I said to her as she rubbed her hand along the chubster inside my jeans. She listened as I asked her how much she would make on this night. She explained that since it was Tuesday, it was about as busy that it would get and she would be lucky to bring in two hundred dollars after she paid the house. She went on to tell me how it really blew because she had something or another due which required her to make five hundred. I explained to her that she could spend the next four or five hours dry humping dirty old trolls, or she could consider leaving early, coming with me and her choice of alcohol to my hotel room where she would have fun and let me “explore” her womanhood and collect the five hundred she needed. She giggled and said that I seemed like a nice guy and BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, “why not” was her final answer as she started to gyrate and unclothe herself to the song that now was starting. The song was “Black” by Pearl Jam. I watched and grew while she slowly removed her top. I knew within a matter of a half hour or so she would be mine for the taking. Her breasts were real, perfect little tea cups that jiggled as she charmed my snake. I couldn’t ask for a better specimen, her tummy was tight and flat, and I eagerly awaited as I took a shot of tequila and watched as she was about to shed her panties. {Music}“Now the air I tasted and breathed”{Music} she stepped out of her panties, exposing her mostly bare love candy to me. {Music}“Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin Round my head I’m spinning Oh, I’m spinning How quick the sun can, drop away… And now my bitter hands”.{Music}
THAT IS WHEN THINGS TOOK A TURN FOR THE WORSE
As she turned her tiny torso away from me bending forward to show me her goods, the toddler in my pants grew limp, ran and hid. This perfect little Barbie Doll of a woman had a tail. Yes, it is true. I would never lie to you. To make things ten times worse, it was wiggling. Protruding from her tail bone, through the dimples on her crack was a distinctive, wagging, undeniable TAIL! {Music}“I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star In somebody else’s sky, but why Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine”{Music} I started dry heaving, gagging. Tequila spew from my nose as I held back. Still bent over shaking her junk, she never saw me bolt outta the back room, past Jason and out the front door.
I swore that she was a circus freak, but I looked it up and it is not an uncommon thing. I guess that there are many people out there sporting tails. Happy HNT!