Lapdance Follies

Okay, time for a much - needed update!

I went to a stripclub with a Chinese friend of mine who was in town who I know from Peddie (my old high school in New Jersey). I had been there twice before, I recommended it based on past experience, in my opinion, the dancers are by far the sexiest in the city. All went normally at the beginning; we were seated, ordered a drink each (for the purpose of nursing; it's cheaper than paying admission to the upstairs area), and proceeded to watch the girls dancing. The first girl on stage was a brunette with a simply stellar body, but it later turned out that she had a face that could have placed her as the daughter of the wicked witch of the west.
My friend and I had been toying with the idea of getting lapdances, what with he never having been to a strip club, and myself never having had a lapdance. We soon came to the conclusion that we were both into the idea, but would wait until we spotted the right girl. A few more girls danced, (3 songs each) and then *she* came on stage. She was a tall girl, legs for miles, blonde, with this ass... it could only be described as a cross between a bubble butt and a ghetto booty. My eyes immediately popped open, and the black part of me screamed, "that's the one!" and the rest of my mind soon followed suit.
I waited for her to finish dancing and to meander down through the club, and once she did, I wasted no time grabbing her attention. We exchanged pleasantries, and it was quickly established that I was looking for a dance, so she led me into the back to her "office." I told her that this would be my first dance, and she smiled coyly, and asked me if I was being serious, or if I was pulling her leg to get her excited. After I convinced her that I was on the level, she winked, started to undress, saying, "Boy, am I gonna have fun with you..." So there I was, sitting down, with a naked, sexy girl gyrating in my face and being generally playful, and yet I found myself more interested in our conversation (very casual, like you would expect in a coffee bar from people who had met on a prior occasion,) and her face. I actually couldn't bring myself to look at her "goods"! After a little while, I asked for the end of the dance, (because if you don't, they'll go forever, and charge accordingly)and got up, still averting my eyes as she got dressed. We chatted for a while about why each of us left compsci, and the need to move around, I paid her, she giggled, squeezed my ass for a while, kissed me on the cheek, and I left. I returned to my seat next to my friend, bewildered, but glad that I had one more thing to add to my list of things that I had experienced. "How was it?" he asked. "She was a really sweet girl." I replied. He looked at me funny for a second, but then I think he understood. He soon after concluded that no-one in particular was catching his eye, so we finished up our drinks and left.

I guess that lapdances really aren't for everyone...
*shrugs*