Nashville Knucklehead

Stripper Sniffing

I have been given the title of Not-So-Anonymous Best-Strippers-For-A-Lap-Dance Expert.

I am actually not a lap dance expert. It is mere coincidence that the first post ever here in Knucklehead Land happened to be about a table dance. Since no one ever reads your first 50 or so posts, I am going to repost it.

I don't go to strip clubs often -- I've probably averaged one visit every three or four years over my adult life. I only go if there is a reason, like a bunch of friends are going, you know, peer pressure. The last time I went was several months after I found out about my ex-wife's affair and my impending divorce. I was miserable and lonely, I hadn't been near a woman in forever, and my buddies thought a trip to the Good Time Emporium would cheer me up. We were in Atlanta. We eventually had enough to drink that they decided it was necessary to buy me a table dance. In some places you are allowed to touch the girls without some bouncer throwing you out on your ass. But we were in Georgia and I wasn't familiar with the laws.

So this beautiful naked woman started dancing right in front of me, and I leaned up and said, "I'm not from Atlanta, and I don't know what the rules are here."

She said "You're not allowed to touch me." She continued to dance.

I leaned up again and said "Are you wearing perfume?" She said she was. I said "Can I smell your neck?"

She leaned up and grabbed the back of my head and put my face right up on her neck. I took a deep breath. She smelled like heaven. For that brief moment all my troubles disappeared. It's often the little things you miss about having a woman around.

Of course, I'm sure she went back to the dressing room and said, "Listen up, girls, we've got a sniffer at table 14!"

posted by Nashville Knucklehead @ 9:53 AM