So last night was the "2nd Chance Prom" at the University of Arizona. 2nd chance prom is a prom for the people in the LGBTQ (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans and Queer) community to go with the gender they wanted to go with, or if they never had a prom. I went with a girl I used to play with who is engaged to a guy and is pregnant. She brought one of her bisexual guy friends and my friend "Dyke" came with me as well. Me and Dyke were "single and ready to mingle." My date and I were reminiscing our old fun times together, and got a little...ehem close. *smiles* But the night got only more debaucherous from there. *smiles wider*
So me and Dyke arrive at the U of A Student Memorial Union and wait for my date and her friend. They were a little late but we walk up this fairly large amount of stairs. I look at her feet and notice she is wearing 2 inch heels and saw her struggling and thought to myself [I'm so glad I decided NOT to wear my heels to this event. I just decided on a comfy pair of chuck taylors. The theme for the night was black and white (and rainbow) and somehow all four of us were dressed head to toe in all black.
We walk into the ballroom entrance and sign our names down and ran into my gay friend that does alot of work for the LGBTQ community at the U of A. He used to work at the call center with my mom as well. I always run into people from InfoNXX at strange times. The ballroom was a little overwhelming, the darkness, random pulsing lights and Lady Gaga blaring through the speakers definately reminding me of Ten's. The entertainment was great. I ended up recognizing one of the drag queens. The gay fraternity did a wonderful show too. It was nice to be surrounded by people of the community and seeing girls making out everywhere.
So around 10 pm my date and her friend go home and me and Dyke have not been successful in finding an afterparty. And as I don't have even my invalid id right now hitting up one of the bars would not be advised. So me and Dyke walk back to the car and smoke a bowl.
"Let's walk down fourth and see if we run into anybody we know." Dyke says.
"Everyone is here on 4th FOR the afterparty. It's only 10, its still early everyone is going to IBT's." I replied, but we ended up walking all the way down to Che's before something semi interesting happens. We decided to turn around and figure something else out to do with our gay themed night. We see this hippy, full head of dreads making balloon hats and animals and whatnot. And he has this orange ballon folded up and Jen just yells to him, "That looks like a vagina with a really large clit!"
All of the people around the balloon hippy start roaring with laughter. It really did look like a vagina with a huge clit that pulsed when you played with the balloon right. So after talking to the balloon hippie we walked back to the car and she starts counting her money. She then just looks at me and says, "Let's go to Ten's!"
Fuck! But I'm always down to go to Ten's. Never know who you're going to run into. So we get into Ten's around 11 pm. The place is packed! We can't find a table. I had to flag a waitress to find us a table. I ran into one of my ex playmates in the bathroom, who when I saw her onstage she has gotten really really good. A little sloppy and repetitive tricks and she needs to stick her landings more but definately good.
Our usual night dj was having his last day at work today. He didn't ever like me much. But it was interesting to see how this place is evolving. Still so many new girls, especially on a Friday night when we could have anywhere 30 and sometimes 50 girls. They opened up third stage but that was not until about midnight. So my friend Dyke and I start drinking pitchers of beer, and had a couple liquid marijuanas. She is sitting and flirting with a dancer she had met when she was here before. I had tipped this kinda cute dancer who I thought was cool at first but...*sigh*. Never trust a stripper, especially one fucked up on percs and alcohol. So around 1 oclock this dancer comes and talks to me. And unfortunately this is how the conversation started.
[Me]"So how long have you been working here?"
[Her]"Well I've been back since December but I used to work here 3 years ago."
[Me]"Oh so do you know ______?" (lets make up a good name here cause shes one of my favorite ex playmates...howabout Daisy.)
[Her]"Daisy?" Yeah I know her, how do you know her?"
[Me]"Well I used to work here and she and I had an interesting relationship."
[Her]"Oh baby, I'm so sorry!" as she hugs my head between her breasts.
I roll my eyes in her breasts so she cannot see. Great I think to myself, I've run into another one of Daisy's exes like I did the day before I started working in this club. I extricate myself from her grasp and take a giant unlady like swig of my beer and say I need to smoke a cigarette. She grabs my hand and says "I'm taking you out to the smoking cage." Again I roll my eyes as I'm already allowed to smoke out there. So we go out and smoke and she just starts spouting out "dirty secrets" about Daisy. And really for how dirty this chick dances I can tell you about it in a minute she should not have shit on my favorite dancer. And I've heard similar things about her before but its ALWAYS from the people who are jealous. Daisy really is such an amazing dancer, just so elegant and free flowing.
We go back in and she has me sit on her lap and I just look at her and say, "I'm not working baby, you're supposed to be on my lap." So I pay for one dance up front. And she doesn't dance the way I like. It was hot and sexy don't get me wrong but after all the shit she was spouting about Daisy this girl might as well have been fucking me. She whispers in my ear "Let me know if I go too far." Isn't that what I'm supposed to say if I was that kind of customer....ehem "that kind" And her head is in my shirt, kinda tacky, her hands were down my pants...and she was not doing chair tricks. She was just sucking on my tits and rubbing my clit. I come to the strip club to be entertained. She asks me in the middle of the dance what drugs I do. I asked her what she does and she told me percs, I could easily see it in her eyes too. She was all half-lidded in the stupor of a heroin addict who just had a major shot. So after the prepaid song I got 2 more dances, $7 a dance, 3 dances=$21.
[Me]"So how much do I owe you?" I ask this to test just how fucked up she is. If there is one thing I learned as a stripper, its to count songs.
[Her]"$42"
[Me] my eyes widen in disbelief. "For two songs? I paid you for the first one up front and then you did two more."
[Her] "I know how to count songs. You got alot more than you're paying for."
[Me] again...eye roll. "Hold on." I dish in the pocket for the money Dyke gave me and told me to spend. There's $14 dollars exactly. I apologized and then Dyke paid her the rest. She gets up and she had dropped the $14 I had given her on the chair. And normally I would not do this but I sat on the money and waited for her to get away from me and I put it in my pocket to give to Dyke. The girl was a judgemental Whore of a dancer, pointing out the flaws of who I think is one of the best at Ten's if not THE best. And when you put your hand in my pants and charge me like 5 extra songs that you didn't do. What the fuck! The girl is soooo fucked up she writes her number down for me twice! As you can see she is most likely not getting a call.
So after we downed 3 large pitchers with Dyke's little date helping the club closes down and we go chill outside waiting for Dyke's friend to get out of the locker room. One of the dancers I used to work with calls me over and asks if I want to smoke some weed at her place. I tell her I'm fine with that. She's having the limo take her home. I've ridden in the limo a few times, its a really nice limo, and the driver is cool as fuck. He has helped me out in some crazy situations at Ten's. I tell Dyke I'll call her later. She knows if I don't that I'm having fun and Dyke seemed like her night would be occupied.
Shortly after I get in the limo, my ex coworker, Storm tells me,
[Her] "You know I always thought you were hot. Do you want to spend the night instead of calling your friend?"
[Me] *grins*...just use your imagination from there.
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