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Strippers, Groupies, Trannies and what was your name again?
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Strippers, Groupies, Trannies and what was your name again? Well I guess I do owe a lot to Laura McNeil for breaking down that barrier and letting my libido out for the world to experience. Because after my short but explosively passionate fling with her it was on!!! Much like Rock and Roll Football teams have their groupies, whether it be college or Pro, there is always a few hot blooded able bodied females wanting to feel the massive musculature of a ball player as he pounds her poor little pussy or ass into oblivion. After every practice session and more so after every game there was always girls hanging out hoping to go home with one of the elite barbarians of the gridiron. And many of these girls are tossed back and forth, shared and thrown away eventually by the insensitive jocks. It goes back to the beginning of civilization, the warriors, and the gladiators, to the victors go the spoils. I embraced this 100% with all my being, and while I was at this Institute of higher learning too play Football primarily (that’s what the scholarship was payment for) and I was expected to help the team win each and every week, which I did, I was also there to get an education. I was one of the lucky few who were intelligent enough to retain information quickly and easily, so I didn't really have to study very much in High School or College. If I just paid attention in class took a few notes I would be able to pass almost any class with at least a C+ and mostly with a B or B+. So when most were studying I found another institute to dedicate myself to. With a fake ID in hand, I joined a few of my Buddies in a 3 or 4 night a week ritual as soon as I was introduced to The Holy and Most honorable "STRIP BAR". You have got to love strippers. Such warm friendly and gracious beauties who give so much of themselves for our pleasure, and with awesome taste in Rock and Roll/Heavy Metal (admit it guys you hear the best Tunes at Strip Bars). Music loud as Fuck, pumping the beat into your head, here she comes down the runway kicking, spinning, grinding, sliding up in front of your face with their crotch right there so close you can almost taste it!! With names like Bambi, Candy, Destiny, Chayanne the leap on the pole so quickly like the pole is magnetized and there they are like world class erotic gymnast . So seductive and smooth as they spin up and down that pole bombarding your subconscious mind with images or erotic desire. God Bless America!! Now there are a couple of kinds of patrons at strip bars, and once you get categorized as one that is your mark for life, there is the mysterious overly cautious lap dance patron, the cheap skate voyeur, The pervert, the tipper aka sucker, the Inventory Monitors, the Rockers or Players, and the Marines. The lap dance Patron is usually married and has a specific obsession with a dancer or is addicted to strippers period. He sits in a back booth or table alone until his obsession(s) come by and drain every dollar from his pocket one $20 bill at a time; he is usually married and soon headed for divorce. The cheap Skate Voyeur is at the bar sipping/milking a beer for hours very rarely tipping but often seen standing to relieve the pressure of the bulge which is pressing hard against the zipper. Much like the Pervert except the Pervert will be found usually at front row with his hand vigorously rubbing his bulge hoping to explode in his pants. This is an automatic ejection from the club if caught, sometimes permanently. The tipper also is usually up on the front line with a pocket full of one dollar bills and a head full of twisted logic. Thinking the more he tips the more of a chance he has got with the stripper, often times taking her politeness for reciprocated infatuation. Nothing but disappointment in the future here. She will lead you to believe that you stand a chance in the future, as you give her another ride to the mall or take her to dinner and she calls you all the time for rides, and you never say no, the tipper may even pay for her car to be repaired but she never gives you what you long for because she knows the chase will come to an end if she does. Sucker. The Inventory Monitor may be a member of a local motorcycle club, a boyfriend or a<b> sugar daddy </font></b>or even a . He is usually sitting at the bar just there to make sure his girl(s) is working. HIS INVESTMENT or the clubs investment. Many times the girls were used to pass drugs and the money was large so he is there to get the money. I was a Rocker seldom sitting up front, usually in the row right behind the front and my eyes always fixed on the eyes of the dancer except the occasional scroll down and back up once again connecting with her eyes. Knowing the words to every song was always a big seller on my part, as I look her in the eyes in a room filled with smoke, our eyes lock amazingly from across the room like a magnet neither can break as we mouth the words to the song to each other. I have her now. She must break of course and move on to other customers but she will glance back and that is the confirmation. She will usually come over to the table or find me where ever I am in the bar and get real close as she talks about nothing then she usually asks me what I am doing after the club closes "I am going over your place I thought?" she will laugh..."Unless you want to go to my place?" Either way I am going to have some furiously wild hot and wet sex with a gorgeous stripper. Only one of hundreds to come. It was my time I guess between the Football groupies, and the strippers, I was more than making up for lost time and Laura McNeil deserves some credit for opening the door to the beast within me and this was just the beginning because in the next Blog I will talk about the Rock and Roll groupies. They make the Rock Hard Cocks of musicians do what they do night after night, city after city.......... I know I forgot about the Marines but I thought you knew …Marines are Marines, raising hell killing machines Semper Fi Do or Die!!!  |
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