Part 15: Detroit

I made it up for work on time. On this particular day, the area boss made a surprise visit. He started asking me all kinds of questions, trying to stump me on technical specifications. I had been studying my materials for the past two days and had answers for all of his questions. After an hour, he left. I knew he wouldn’t show up more than once in a week, so I was on easy street for the rest of the week.

I left work around 14:30 and got a corned beef sandwich on the way home at a place called Louie’s. It was okay, but had a little too much fat on it for my liking. I then took a shower and went to sleep. I got up around 21:00, and it was time to go strip clubbing. This particular evening I was headed to The Landing Strip in Romulus, Michigan.

The club was a little hard to find. I ended up getting there around 22:00. What is weird about this club is that it is like the largest building smack dab in the middle of the downtown street of Romulus. It was the only business open this late at night. I am a cheap bastard that does not like valet charges, so I parked for free on the main street instead of the parking lot. There is nothing on the first floor. A stairway leads up to the second floor, where the club is at. I would find out later that there are VIP rooms built into the first floor, accessed by a separate stairway. It is safe to say this club is not wheelchair-friendly.

The club was very crowded on a Wednesday night. I sat at a crowded bar, where a domestic beer was $7.75! Yikes! I took in the stage show for awhile. There were a few really sexy dancers, but also some that were too old or too ugly. One redhead with glasses and pale skin caught my attention. Unfortunately, after she got off stage she went and sat with a suit in a booth for the next two hours. I did not think it would be appropriate to drag her out of a booth from her whale.

After sending away a couple uglies, a sexy dancer that looked like Nicole Scherzinger came by. She had put on a hell of a stage show earlier. I bought her an overpriced $10 drink to loosen her up a bit. I learned we had a lot in common such as attending the same college and liking the same bands, as she rubbed me. Hook, line, sinker, and off to the VIP room downstairs.

I paid the bouncer downstairs $20 for the room. It was a padded bench with a curtain blocking the entrance. I started rubbing her fit ass and caressing her nice handfuls. She didn’t mind a little pussy rubbing as long as my hands were not inside of her thong. She mentioned she was not an extras girl, but I was fine with that because she was giving really good dances with intense grinding and intimacy. I think she might have been into me because we did six dances, and she was fine with me paying for only five. We went back upstairs as it was her time to go back on stage for four songs—two on each end of the long runway stage.

I went back to the bar and finished my beer. A dancer from Milwaukee that was not too appealing hit me up. I figured I’d bullshit her and get the lowdown on the club. When she asked if I was going to get a dance from her, I asked her if she was going to give me a BJ. She said that most of the dancers at The Landing Strip don’t do extras, but if they do it is usually just hand jobs. She said she’d give me a handy for $50 plus the costs of the dances. I had no intention of getting serviced, but kept up my act.

“So if you aren’t going to suck my dick, can you recommend a dancer who will?” I said.

She started telling me about every dancer in the club who sucked and fucked and what their ballpark prices were. She said you could get anything for about $150 from a dancer that looked beat-up from a pregnancy. She said one of the black girls Miley was a big slut and would give you everything for $200. I pointed to the dancer on stage, Heidi. The dancer told me she would provide full service for $300. One thing I noticed was that all of the dancers that were extras-friendly were either older or black. All of the sexy younger dancers I desired seemed to be able to make money without sucking and fucking.

A Mexican at the bar was listening in on our conversation and started chatting Milwaukee. I think he was interested in getting stroked downstairs by Milwaukee. This was my cue to bounce.

I walked back to my car and started going back to the hotel. I had not eaten since Louie’s this afternoon and was hungry, so I hit the McDonald’s drive thru around 00:45 on the way back to the hotel. I ate the burger and fries and passed out on the bed.



The Landing Strip sign at night.