I used to go down to Denver, CO for my birthday every year to a strip club. One year, I was down there at a place called Shotgun Willie's. I was getting dances left and right from girls. There was this amazon there - white chick with dreadlocks and BIG muscles - that I really enjoyed. She would give the best shoulder rubs when you tip her at the stage. She also gave some nice, rough dances. Anyways, my friend pointed out this blonde and said I needed to get a dance with her. Far be it from me to say no. She certainly knew how to milk it. I must've spent about 5 songs with her grinding on my lap. Starting with the 3rd song, she was reaching her arm up my shorts and grabbing my package. She was also guiding my hands strategically over her breasts and her kitty. She was telling me that undercover cops had come in a couple times already that night and actually stopped for a few minutes when she spotted them again. Oddly enough, I had a dream about her a few nights later. She was kneeling on the ground behind the warehouse where I worked at the time and about 10 guys were standing around her jerking off on her face. I felt bad for her and barged into the circle, grabbed her, and gave her bus money to get her home. She hopped on the bus naked with her glazed face and waved goodbye to me. Weird. Also had some good times at Brad's Brass Flamingo in Indianapolis. I used to have to make an annual business trip to Indy and I would make an effort to get there. Ridiculously cheap. Denver clubs were $30-40 for a private dance (4 minutes), but at the Flamingo, you could pay $50 to have a girl all to yourself for 30 minutes. And there was mutual touching. I was in heaven
