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I went to this NORML event in Dallas called Reggae Madness. Started off with a little over 60 bucks.
Bought a pack of cigarettes and a 20oz coke for 8 bucks, paid 10 for admission, sat through some crappy hip hop artists, saw an okay acoustic rock/reggae duet, saw an even better band, got a membership for 10, bought two raffle tickets for an extra 10(didn't win shit), got a free coke at the bar, bought a Miller Light for 3.75, had a guy buy a smoke from me for one dollar, had my brother pick me up at 1:30am, dude was exhausted when dropped me off earlier so I figured he just wanted to go home and go to bed but instead he suggested we go to a cabaret that I'd been buggin him to go with me to called Bombshells(they have a BYOB policy and the girls are completely nude) I was down for it... Got to the club at a little after 2, Admission was 20, I only had 16, bro took care of it for me. Paid 5 bucks for the most expensive can of coke I've ever bought in my life! Aside from the expensive coke the club exceeded all my expectations. At one point I told my brother it was like I'd died and went to ancient Rome. A couple of hot black strippers greeted us(probably hoping we had enough money for dances, we didn't). Mine had a bunch of facial piercings which I dug. We talked about my night and how I only had 10 bucks so I couldn't afford a dance. She asked me if I'd ever had a black chick(100% white guy here), I said no, told my brother later if I hadn't been so tired I should have asked her if she'd ever had a white guy. There was a small corner stage right behind us and there was a girl back there that I felt sorry for because no one was watching her. Felt it was my duty to make sure that show didn't go to waste. After she got done she rubbed her fingers through my hair and told me she loved my hair(its long, the black stripper said the same). She cut right to the chase and I told her I was far too broke to afford a dance and I only had 10 bucks. She said that was enough for a dance. I said alright. Found out this club didn't have a no touch rule. In fact it actually encourages touching. Felt like a stripper pole, got a "blow job" through my pants, then got a dry kiss on the lips by a stripper. Didn't see her again that night. Dude came in with his wife or girlfriend. She was really into the strippers. He bought her a couple of dances. I walked up to him and asked him if she was with him. He said yeah. I said you hit the jackpot dude! We stayed for a little while longer. My brother bought the most expensive bottle of water in his life. We made offhand chauvinistic comments towards the strippers. Then we left. We got home about 5. I slept till early afternoon.
Yeah to pretty much everything dude. It was fuckin weird. When she was giving me a lap dance she actually told me to grab her tits. I remember thinking "oh shit I'm gonna get a beat down by the bouncers". And guys were walking up to stage in the corner and grinding up against chicks. There was a stage in the middle of the club that if you were '5"11 6 feet you were eye/cootch level with a stripper. There was one guy I swear was going to town on her snatch.
cool story bro. was there a dress code at this place? I've been to a place called Silver City in Dallas. I remember I spent more money than i had on lap dances and they had a dress code.
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