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| August 05, 2005 || 2:30 p.m. |

Wow that was a night I hadn't had in a long time if ever! First off let me state that it's kind of creepy feeling being alone in a fully nude strip club as a girl. I was worried about getting there late since I had planned (coughyeahrightcough) on leaving early... Well I got there way before anyone else did. I was there watching these beautiful woman do their dances, smacking their own clit with the hands directly in front of strange creepy old mens faces. I must say that TX strip clubs are a lot ummm dirtier then CA ones. In CA there is a strict no touching rule yet here well... let's just say I got a lot more then a touch in.

What do you get when you put 20 single lesbians in a fully nude strip club with a BYOB policy? A whole lot of drunken horny woman making out with one another. I didn't have to spend a dime. In fact one of the only two men with our party actually bought me a lap dance that I can still smell her baby oil all over me. The best was Dirty Dusty. I am sure you imagine why she is called Dirty Dusty. A few of the bois actually started giving her a lap dance well they decided that they wanted to see me give her one so I obliged. My face was just inches from her pussy and I swear I didn't mean for my lips to graze her nipples. I was being very respectful as I could have actually done things to her [so I later discovered]. She kept kissing me and Chrissy pulling us both down on top of her. Well later on I ended up with Chrissy on my lap, a girl that is a hottie in a world touring band on my right and all three of us were going back and forth kissing one another. There were several times we did the triple kiss which can get very difficult when drunk. The best was when Dirty Dusty decided to get in front of Chrissy [still on my lap] and started making out with the both of us. It was a lap dance with tongues, fingers and mouths going wild. That's where I got a slip in... uhhh Mind you I was on the bottom so it wasn't a tongue going down into that wet spot.

I got pretty popular with my dancing. I even got a few bucks down my shirt from guys that were just enjoying the show. I don't recall how many times my pants were grabbed, my pussy played with [over jeans] and how many strange women I had just met [all from myspace] that I kissed. There were just so many beautiful women!!

I could go into much more detail but I won't. The girl that gave me a lap dance [that was paid for] sat with me and we discussed boob jobs, she had had one 8 yrs ago and wanted to go bigger. They looked great, more natural then some of the other girls there that were sporting the falsies. She ended up asking for my number, more of as a friend though. The one thing about her is her laugh. She had a high pitch voice and would squeal "ooh you're a bad girl!! Ooh OOh!! So bad!" She sounded like a porn star, more of a bad one at that. But she smelled like baby oil and felt like heaven.

I've never seen so many different types of women: goth [ooh damn she was betty page hot], black, asian, punk, playboy bunny and older mature sophisticated dancers. They were all beautiful, I would have to say there was only one that I can recall not being very interested in and sadly she was the heaviest of the bunch. not very limber and not that great of a dancer. Actually to be honest I wasn't very impressed with most of the dancing until later that night. Almost none of the girls in the beginning did any thing with the pole other then walking around it. Thankfully later there were a few girls who really knew how to climb. Now that's hot!

Long story short [I know too late], I got home after 2am this morning. I was still going to move all my kitchen stuff and the rest of what I can fit into my car tonight but TX decided to have a huge thunderstorm just 20 minutes ago. We have lightning striking all around our building here at work and looking out the windows is impossible, it's as if you're looking through a car window while driving through the carwash. I might still toss all my linens into the garbage bags I just bought and run those over. I have to do something! That was my whole Friday night planned out! *ugh it better be dry tomorrow morning dammit! I work tomorrow night and Sunday morning - I really don't want to spend another week at this shit hole.