Houston strip club gets busted

[Apocalypse]

1 Yes
2 No
3 Yes
4 No
5 Yes
6 Yes
7 No
8 No
9 No
10 No
11 Yes
12 No
13 No
14 No
15 No

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2008/0602081harris1.html

[b etor]

01 no
02 no
03 maybe
04 no
05 yes
06 no
07 no
08 no
09 no
10 no
11 no
12 no
13 no
14 no
15 no

[SlowwHand]

3,5, yes
12,13,14,15 oooh hell no. Good gawd.

[Guynemer]

1 is the clear winner of that motley crew.

[LotC]

Originally posted by Guynemer
1 is the clear winner of that motley crew.

I agree with this statement.

4, 9, 10, 12, 13,14, 15 no, yes to the rest.

[SlowwHand]

Yeah, but you're a known slut.

[Dinner]

yes
yes
yes
No
yes
no
no
maybe after several drinks but no if sober
oh hell no
no
maybe after several drinks but no if sober
hell no
no
no
no

[Wiglaf]

Originally posted by SlowwHand
3,5, yes
12,13,14,15 oooh hell no. Good gawd.

But what if she was in a freight elevator? I think the ambiance would overpower you.

[Maquiladora]

Originally posted by Guynemer
1 is the clear winner of that motley crew.

Looks like she has two glass eyes/.

[Ninot]

Originally posted by Guynemer
1 is the clear winner of that motley crew.

QFT. Shes actually good looking, whereas the rest range from meh to bad

the score I was keeping was:

1 yes
2 maybe
3 no
4 no
5 no
6 no
7 no
8 maybe if she were wearing a mascots costume
9 no
10 if she were younger
11 lol, no
12 no
13 possibly
14 no
15 no

[LotC]

Originally posted by SlowwHand
Yeah, but you're a known slut.

My hand begs to differ.

[snoopy369]

Yes, no, Yes, no, maybe, maybe, no, heck no, definitely not, no, yes, too old, no, heck no, definitely not.

(that's 'hot or not', not anything sleazier )

[Ben Kenobi]

yes
yes
no
yes
yes

the rest all nos.

[LordShiva]

No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No

[David Floyd]

I second LordShiva. Strippers are nasty, dirty, and generally too ****ed up to ****.

Example:

About 6 months ago, I'm at a strip club with friends. Let me back up. I have a group of friends who are regulars at a local bar - met them at the bar, only hang out with them at the bar and various post-bar activities, don't even have most of their phone numbers. One of the post-bar activities includes going to a nearby strip club. They go far more than I do, hence, they know (and "know") a lot of strippers.

Anyway, I'm there with them one day, having a good time. They're introducing me around, and one girl keeps hanging on to me, doing shots, etc. I buy a couple of dances, drink a lot, and the next thing I know she's inviting me back to her apartment for breakfast and champagne (I have to give her a lift, of course).

On the way to my car (this is around 3 am), she convinces my drunk ass to conduct, shall we say, a highly illegal transaction, involving my cash and someone else's illegal substance that is highly prized by most strippers (two points here: I don't do, and never have done, said substance, and the guy I bought it from is a guy I play poker with all the time, so at least I got a discount). We get back to her place, and she immediately pulls out, from under her couch, a mirror and a razorblade, and goes to work. I assume you know what I'm talking about. If you don't, this also involves a short straw. Capiche? Anyway, I find a bottle of vodka in her kitchen and start doing shots, all the while trying to convince her that no, I don't in fact want her to cut me a line.

This is followed by her attempting to give me a full body massage. It was nice at first, but I say "attempting" because she very quickly broke down in tears for some unknown reason. I got to hear her life story, which involved both parents dying and (I suspect) a bit of sexual and psychological abuse. Somehow, she ended this story by offering me a pair of men's jeans that happened to be my size. I, of course, accepted.

It was around this time (maybe 5 am) that someone knocked on her door. Apparently, people (by which I mean, desperate strip club customers) sometime show up at her place, looking for coke, booze, or (I imagine) sex. She told me to answer the door and make him go away while she laid down on the floor and pretended to be passed out. I did this by opening the door, telling the guy to "**** off", and slamming the door in his face.

At this point, we "went to bed". I woke up the next day around 3pm, naked, with (thank GOD) two used condoms on the floor. At that point, I fended off her attempt to get me to buy her breakfast, and drove home. Quickly. But not before ****ing her again.

That was one of the weirdest nights of my life, and why I try to make it a rule not to **** strippers.