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[quote][i]Originally posted by SetH[/i] I managed a 30 year record of never going into one and it was a record that I was proud off. Pretty much for the same reasons as Daimo I really fail to see the point of them and always believed them to be for GIMPS. anyway one friday night I was out with a few juicers from the gym and the city was totally dead, nobody out empty bars etc and after a few quiet drinks things were getting boring. One of the lads joked about going to Spearmint Rhino and a silence fell at our table.... "fuck it, why not lets do it for a laugh" I said. We knew the doormen (more juicers from the gym) so we wouldnt have to pay to get it so nothing to lose. So we headed up there and my god the effect when we entered said establishment. 4 Juicers all buffed up, not your usual lager swilling fat blokes that have been drinking all day or seedy indian men in suits that have come to Norwich to do contracts for Aviva. Anyway you could see all the girls eyes light up like pedophiles in mothercare as they eyed up "The Meat".... One thing with strippers is they are definately 'Juice meat birds'..... "mother of god I uttered, we are going to get raped". Instantly I start bricking myself and find myself looking at the floor, I notice one of my meathead friends is doing the same. We sheepishly head towards the bar past a few tables of seedy indian businessmen whom are now blatantly being ignored by teh sluts as they eye their fresh meat. "double vodka and coke.." I splutter as I try really hard to avoid the piercing look of a stage 3 silicon slut with drawn on eyebrows at the end of the bar. We get our drinks and proceed to a table, as we get there my fellow juicers all bundle for seats and im like WTF???... then it dawns on me ive been left the only seat that has a spare seat next to it, great Im going to get raped first. A few minutes goes by and we are just a bunch of lads having a drink and a few laughs, not really caring about some little blondie thats doing fanneh displaying gymnastics on a pole in the centre of the room. Then it happens, i see from the corner of my eye a female unit planting herself in the seat next to me.... I start pooing myself double time, then it speaks.... "Hi im Nadine, are you enjoying your evening"?.... PARP! I shit myself even more and I have no idea why, the rest of the juicers are quietly sniggering to themselves. For some bizzare gimp or a reason I reply "uhm... only on my second drink so im kinda sober" I have no idea why I said that. She then starts babbling on about how she is studying Biochemistry at the University and doing this to make ends meet. Fair play I think to myself better then pulling pints for £6 an hour. As she continues to babble on I do a cheeky Terminator style scan of its body and to my utter disgust she has absolutely FUCK ALL tits, seriously a chest like a 10 yr old boy. She was definately of PERT and no doubt had a tiny pert ass the sort that you lot cream over but god damn this bitch was titless, they were fucking bee stings. I was never going to pay for a dance but if it was moosepiggish with fuck of swinging udders I may, must may have been tempted. Anyway my mates are continuing to snigger to themselves safe in the fact there are no spare seats next to them and effectively they have left me on the Gaza strip.... I need to get out of here so i stutter.. "excuse me where are the gents", she points in the general direction of the comodes. I turn to my mate and say "Im going for a piss come with me." He doesnt understand why I cant go alone and then another juice brother is like Ive been needing a piss for ages ill come with you as he was shitting himself as well. To this day I still do not know why we were shitting ourselves. :lol: Anyway we come back from the comode after avoiding several sneaky Mig-21 type engagements from the roaming slut machines and see the most amazing little pert blondie talking to one of group. We sit down and and have another drink, they are talking for a good half an hour and she turns round to him and drops the question... "So do you fancy a dance then?". He turns to her and says "No, not really I just thought Id tell you about my day"then bursts out laughing... :lol: fucking priceless as she storms of in a huff. Shortly after we left, me having lost my strip club virginity but not dabbling in a dance and I still dont think I ever would but glad i checked it out. :cool: [/quote]
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