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My first experience at a stripclub was with my bf and a male friend. Basically, we each had cards for free lap dances, with this stupid stipulation that you had to ask for them at the door = no lap dances for any of us poor bastards. The dancing was hot (I am bi, so ya), but none of us were impressed with the snotty attitude from all the strippers, just because we weren't buying. Obviously, they want to make money.
My second experience was at a far lower class one, with a slew of male friends, my bf, and a chic friend. The girls weren't as hot (tho there were definately a few really nice looking ones), but one of my friends kept putting down money for me, so I got a lot of breasts in my face. I can't say I enjoy having them smushed and jiggled on my face...just sorta lame (you can see that the sleazier the place, the further the more touchy feely they allow). However, you could also easily tell the bicurious strippers from the not so interested ones...rather than grimace and rub their boobs in my face, they would play fun games with the dollar bill and my mouth. ^_~
Clearly I'm getting long winded, but to make a long story short, the strippers convinced my chic friend and I to get on stage and strip with them, which we did, enjoyed, got down with the strippers in front of all my guyfriends, and the strippers gave us all the money (sweet!).
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