Houston strip club gets busted

[Jon Miller]

I have seen pretty attractive strippers. Those pretty much weren't.

JM

[Dinner]

There are some damn hot strippers but, as someone has said before, most of them are ****ed in the head.

[a.kitman]

bull**** people

yes on all except #14

[MarkG]

In most instances, dancers were busted for improper contact with customers, a violation of the "three-foot rule" governing how close a dancer can get to a customer.

3ft? that's so inappropriate

[rah]

Good thing they busted this place. I'm surprised it was still in business with a stable like this. Probably should call it a kennel. Woof Woof. Maybe 1,3 and I'd have to be pretty drunk.

[Dry]

1: 1
2: 4
3: 2
4: 12
5: 7
6: 6
7: 4
8: 7
9: 13
10: 10
11: 9
12: 13
13: 10
14: 20+
15: 12

Numbers are how much drinks are needed

[Maquiladora]

Originally posted by rah
Maybe 1,3 and I'd have to be pretty drunk.

So would they I'd bet

[rah]

Touche if they weren't strippers. But I usually have lots of money so it's not an issue. Their focus is your wallet.

[Spec]

-Yes
-No
-Probably no
-Never
-Maybe
-No
-Hell no!
-No
-:vomit:
-Crack head, so, no
-Drunk, probably
-Heeeeeell no!
-Wtf!?!?! How can that shlt strip for money? I'd pay her to put her clothes back on and eave the place.
-Omg! This is getting worse and worse
-Freak show

Yay texas...

Spec.

[Riesstiu IV]

I'm not sure why everyone likes the first girl. Just look at her eyes. They look so strange.

[Dinner]

They look like those colored contact lenses.

[Elok]

With my crummy dial-up connection it takes pictures waaaay too long to load. So I'll just say no for the first two and leave it at that. I actually found number two's eyes scarier than number one's. At least number one looks alive.

[Straybow]

Well, #1 is the only one who looks happy. I guess too high to care she's being busted.

[Theben]

Probably used to it so she doesn't care.

And "NO" to all. Maybe some if they weren't strippers but I've already had my "wtf skank" experience.

[LotC]

Originally posted by 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.

I really enjoyed that story. Thanks for sharing it!