Monday, January 02, 2006

Attack of the Killer Stripper

Back at work after being off last week. Went out quite a bit, but no real memorable stories...except for one. I encountered a strange circumstance that resulted in a stripper being sent home last week. I was at Austin's premeir gentleman's establishment with several different guys and girls. During the course of the evening, my friend Robert encounters a crazy stripper. What does he do? Immediately sends the girl over to dance for me. To preface this story, this was a young hispanic lady who could barely speak english. So the girl, out of nowhere, jumps on top of me and starts dancing for me. She was rather unattractive, so I was a little pissed from the outset. Especially since I knew Robert did this on purpose. However, that was just the beginning. About twenty seconds into the song, the girl tries to stick her tongue in my mouth. I pull away and she just keeps rolling. Another minute into the song, she tries to stick her hand down my pants. This time I tell her she needs to chill and just finish the dance. Finally at the conclusion of the dance, she insists that I kiss her. By this point, I have had enough of all this crap. Everyone at the table is watching this unfold, so I kindly tell her no and to be on her way. She wont take no for an answer, so I try the "my girlfriend is sitting right there" bit. Her response "if she loves you, she won't care", all of this in severely broken english. Finally Robert pulls the girl off of me at which point she goes over to my girlfriend (involved in a conversation with Tiffany and another dancer) and starts forcefully grabbing her arm, jerking on her, and telling her "your man fucking loves you and you need to go sit by him". Robert finally forceably pulls the girl off of Angela at which point the other dancer there calls the VIP manager over. The situation is explained and the dancer tries to tell the manager that it was ok because she danced for me earlier. I told the manager she was nuts, at which point she was taken to the dressing room. We later found out she was sent home. Crazy.

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