In The Alley
A few years ago, I struck up a conversation with the lady at the door at my fave blues club. She had about ten years on me, but we were going to fuck in the backseat of her car a few weeks later. Right there in the parking garage near the club.
But this night, I stayed until the club closed and she asked me if I wanted to hang out next door with her. Next door was my fave strip club, so I said sure. Drunkenly, we ambled over and said our hellos to some familiar dancers. It was about to close and was a bit dead, but we were welcomed in a state that makes me miss my days before worry and obligations.
We took our seats in the long booth against the wall and talked and drank. It's weird now, but seemed pretty normal at the time. She called her daughter on her cell phone and asked her if she was still downtown. Her daughter said yes and so she told her to come on down to where we were. Sometime in the next half hour, I found myself sitting next to my blues club friend in a strip club while her daughter and her son-in-law were right there with us. They were talking family gossip while my friend and I were rubbing against each other. And the dancers were friendly, too.
Two hours later and a cab ride home, I was asleep alone in my bedroom. It was a nice night.
But this night, I stayed until the club closed and she asked me if I wanted to hang out next door with her. Next door was my fave strip club, so I said sure. Drunkenly, we ambled over and said our hellos to some familiar dancers. It was about to close and was a bit dead, but we were welcomed in a state that makes me miss my days before worry and obligations.
We took our seats in the long booth against the wall and talked and drank. It's weird now, but seemed pretty normal at the time. She called her daughter on her cell phone and asked her if she was still downtown. Her daughter said yes and so she told her to come on down to where we were. Sometime in the next half hour, I found myself sitting next to my blues club friend in a strip club while her daughter and her son-in-law were right there with us. They were talking family gossip while my friend and I were rubbing against each other. And the dancers were friendly, too.
Two hours later and a cab ride home, I was asleep alone in my bedroom. It was a nice night.
posted by shhhh at 11:42 AM
1 Comments:
Man, ain't that always the way? Some of my more crazier stories involve an alley between a strip club and a blues club, and inter-generational memebers of the same family...oh, and lots of rubbing too. :)
:)
PS
I don't see any pictures. C'Mon, don't be a tease, dude!
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