I self parked once again on a side street to avoid the valet charge. I entered sometime after 24:00 and realized I only had less than two hours to find some action before the club closed. The club was jam packed with patrons and dancers. I ordered a Budweiser and leaned up against the back wall since there were no seats to be had. A few of the same uglies from the other night approached me. Once again, a lot of the hotties were locked down with regulars. It looked like this was going to be another bad night at the Toy Chest.
Eventually a blue-eyed blonde that I would rate an 8 came by the bar and gave me the “Detroit handshake”. She seemed to be buzzed off of the mixed drink that she was holding in her hand. She had nice fake tits and a thirty-eight inch ass. We started flirting. She said she was 27, but I’d guess she was more like 30. Once I told her I was not from the area and staying in a hotel, she insisted we trade phone numbers so she could come to my hotel later. I passed on her offer but told her I would get a couple lap dances from her. We went to the corner of the club where there were small curtained off rooms for private dances. A bouncer assessed a $20 fee to use one of the spaces.
The curtains closed and we were off to the races. I started palming her huge tits like they were sixteen-inch softballs. She started French kissing me. It wasn’t me who initiated it, but I wasn’t going to stop it either. Next, I slid my right hand into her bottoms and started massaging her clit for a minute. Then I reached even farther back and started finger blasting her. A few songs in, she unbuckles my belt and starts stroking my manhood. She reaches into her purse and pulls a condom out and puts it on me, then starts stroking me again with her hand inside the condom with my steeple. I have no clue why she did this, maybe it was because she had too much to drink. When I busted, my baby batter went all over her hand inside the condom and the rest ran down my shaft. There was a mess, and I had no napkins or handkerchief to clean it up.
I paid the dancer and then went to grab my keys and phone from the nightstand, but the dancer grabbed my cell phone before I could and walked off with it, sticking it in her waistband. I am guessing she wanted to put her number in it, but I wasn’t about to lose my phone to a drunk stripper. I chased her through the VIP area.
“Give me my phone back please,” I said.
She replied, “You need to pay me more money because you came in my mouth.” This was untrue.
Eventually, we were near the bouncer whom I had paid $20 to. I told him, “She walked off with my phone,” while pointing to the dancer.
He stopped her and made her give me my phone back. Then he shouted at the dancer, “Go to the dressing room! Now!” Maybe this dancer had a history of getting drunk and acting strange.
I went to the washroom to clean up as best as I could. It was fifteen minutes until closing and the bathroom troll had already departed for the night. I then hightailed it out of the club before any more problems arose. On the way back to the hotel I grabbed some fourth meal from Taco Bell.
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