fooling himself that this seductress can make him happy.
Maybe it’s due to the wise words of the men that had been in my life or maybe I am just weird but I always knew a stripper was a stripper.
The Strip Club had one main perk to attending, especially in Tampa.
That’s right, the ultimate cash cow, the TELL ALL BOOK. I just really wish that as a collective, men would just wisen up to this.
The worst is when you see that the trick had a beautiful wife and kids at home…
All because they knew no line or difference between average girl and stripper girl.
And there is a pretty thick line, not to knock stripping because with the money they make, if god had granted me breasts and an ass I would be on the stage every night too, capitalizing and eating REAL GOOD.
Here is the flip side for you, if you are the baller (money-maker) then that stripper who you swear is the image of perfection because you have seen her fully naked… was a chick flick, this was until it dawned on me that every man has a little Richard Gere in him.
She dances like a demon, throws it back like nothing you’ve seen before then curls up into your arms and listens to your bullsh-t for hours on end.
How she is only stripping to make ends meet and wishes to pursue her true career. It tainted me to the point that I can’t even listen to his music without seeing that scene replay itself in my head.
She gives you more sensual lap-dances as she pours her heart out to you. See I can make a few excuses for an angry male snapping and putting hands on a woman James Bond style, but when you pistol whip her that’s a whole other ball game.
There would normally be a featured performer and 9 times out of 10 it was a porn star.