I sat about twenty-two rows up behind the Spartans’ sideline. Then entire stadium was wet with snow and slush. I froze and could not feel my toes by the end of the game. The Spartans ended up retaining the Land Grant Trophy, giving the Nittany Lions a 34-10 beat down on Senior Day in State College.
On the way back to my rental car, I stopped at the Taco Bell on College Avenue for a late lunch or early dinner to eat amongst the Penn State students. Despite the winter clothing, it was evident the 18-to-22-year-old coeds had bangin’ bodies. I almost wished I could go back in time and be a college student again and sample that tang.
All worked up, I decided I needed to sample some of central Pennsylvania’s adult entertainment. I drove to Altoona and found Club Coconuts, a strip club with a goofy tropical island theme to it, just as it was opening up. The club had two different rooms with two different DJ’s. Two dancers would dance at a time in each room. I noticed the eight dancers all were heavily tattooed. This is in line with what I know about women from Altoona. I met a young squid from Naval Station Great Lakes that was from Altoona. She was addicted to ink to ink as well. At age nineteen, she must have already had nineteen tattoos.
I hit it off with one dancer in particular, Melodie. She was around my age and had a nice figure, what I refer to as Sinclair prototype. Not only was she attractive, but fun to chat with; we had a lot in common. While she could have worked the room for tips while she was on stage, she just performed for me solely. I took her to the VIP room for four dances (the most you are allowed to get consecutively at this club). The VIP rooms had windows cut into the walls, allowing the club to make sure nothing sexual happened. Melodie worked her beautiful ass on me in cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. If I didn’t have jeans on, my spaceship might have blasted off. At the end of four songs, she wanted me to hug her—not once, but twice. I think if I had a reason to stick around A-Town, I would have pursued friends with benefits, if not a relationship. I also took a Goth dancer named Svetlana to the VIP room for four songs. Her grind was horrible. I was struggling to get an erection. She talked incessantly. I joked that I was going to shove my cock in her mouth to shut her up, but the humor was lost on her, and she thought I was serious. I tried to track down Melodie for another set of dances, but could not find her. I was about four beers deep and still had about two hours of driving to get back to my hotel, so I took off.
On the way out of Altoona, I stopped at the Sheetz to fill up my gas tank and order a nice hot Philly Cheese Steak. A few of the guys who were at the titty bar also happened to be at Sheetz. I guess there is not much to do in Altoona. On a Saturday night, you go to the only strip club in town, and then grab some grub at Sheetz.
I was too tired to make it all the way back to the Holiday Inn, so I pulled off into the Wal-Mart parking lot in Blairsville to take a nap. A few hours later, I woke up and made it the rest of the way to Monroeville as daylight was breaking. I got a few more hours of sleep and then departed for the airport. The total duration of the weekend trip was just over thirty-six hours.
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