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Sufu Storytellers: Stripper Tales


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Plz post you stripper stories. Be it tales of redemption of tales of debauchery it must be about a woman you know personally who takes of her clothes for $...

This story is about I girl I dated in HS. I will withhold her identity for privacy's sake. She was a sheltered lass and the oldest of three daughters born to a very religious family in a large suburb. She was an average looking girl, not a virgin when we met, but not yet experienced, her only lover being an older kid she described as a third or fourth cousin. We dated for a few months and fooled around quite a bit but I never smashed because we were young and lacked a place to get down. Alas, one day her father was listening in on a sexually explicit conversation over the telephone and I was forbidden to speak with her.

Years passed and I ran into her working at a local Hooters (which was ironic due to her A cup breasts) as a waitress. I said hello but did not speak to her at length. I did not think much of this until about a year later I was at a seedy local strip bar watching some women undress for money and out of nowhere a petite young blonde jumps on my lap and says hello. She was blonde, with much makeup, piercing and tattoos. Alas, it was my friend from HS! She was now a stripper. After exchanging pleasantries for a few minutes she told me that she was dancing next. So my shocked friends and I (they all knew her as well) all grabbed seats and gathered around to witness this seemingly unassuming former classmate debauch herself for dollar bills.

A few minutes later, on stage she came. Dancing to NIN's 'Closer' she quickly revealed her body, fresh with 'Eve style' dog paw tats on her back and tribal bands and designs on her arms, legs and breasts. She peddled herself for dollars for about 10 minutes and, of course, my companions and I got up-close gratification. She was clearly this dive-bar's main attraction and she had the attention of almost every patron in the building.

After her show, she came back down to our circle of friends and after some more conversation one of my friends propositioned her to work at a friend's upcoming bachelor party, to which she agreed.

Several weeks later, we attended this party (who would miss this!) and behold our stripper friend from HS was in attendance with another blonde vixen. After some drinks they began to perform: they began with some kisses and attention to the groom but quickly graduated to cunnilingus and lubricated double-dog sharing. It was quite the spectacle to behold.

I later learned that in attempt to 'make it big' she moved to Toronto, but this was a failure and she ended up back home working a normal job apparently pretending that she had never lived the life of a stripper. A friend of mine worked with her and when she got hired he asked her if she was still a stripper and she replied "I don't know what you're talking about".

She now is married with a young daughter and can be found on Facebook documenting her every action, including recently chastising a former stripper friend for her continued service in the flesh industry,

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I don't have any stories but I usually get rock hard during lapdances. Don't know if it's appropriate to or not.

u rock sweatpants to the champagne room?

make sure u get ur money worth playa, it's a goddamn recession

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had a really dopey white friend in middle school who ended up kicked out in 9th grade for carrying a nine at school. He used his newfound freetime after that turning the most boring, nerdy girls form my high school into strippers, there was about 3 or 4 of them. He even moved out into a decrepit trailer, bringing his drum kit and stripper girlfriend with him. It was all forced but on paper sounds really good.

We had multiple contacts in the past, but I haven't really seen him much, the last time was when he visited some old friends of ours at college for a weekend and I ran into him and his stripper gf #2 getting free meal plan swipes off my friends in the cafeteria. That was a superawkward meetup. We had actually gone and recorded a demo in a small studio and made a CD EP the year before and had been on ok terms, but for some reason he was like the last person I wanted to see at college, considering we hadn't gone to school together since 9th grade and he was kind of a neighbor too.

ALso, the pseudo white gangsta bitch girl who let me copy off her in Algebra 2 (thus ruining any real math capacity I had and probably fucking up my academic career henceforth) turned into a pretty good stripper, as I discovered sometime later. I had been going to strip clubs since I was 16 but never really contemplated the idea of seeing classmates as strippers til the day I recognized her. The pains of growing up.

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I watched a stripper unload an entire water bottle from her vagina on a friend. Not pissing, she poured it in and shot it back out.

Cost only an additional $20.

That was the only time I went to a strip club. Not sure if I want to go again. Maybe to one NOT in New Haven, CT.

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i went to a strip club in the valley once. I was pretty surprised at the variety they had. I was 18 at the time and had never seen a chick with double Es spread eagle shaking her booty cheeks in syncopation with music outside of TV. Let me tell you, it is quite a site to behold.

I feel digging a chick out and watching her aggressively shake her shit for your money are two very very different things. Like I did not feel in control in that place, i dont think any of us did since we had never really been to a strip joint before that.

I remember noticing the greasy motherfuckers that were in there making faces and motioning their hips with the bitches working there. I just remember thinking "what fucking losers."

now I can imagine having some fun with a bunch of homies on a slow night and hitting up the nudie bar, but these fuckers were regulars and i guess the strippers were used to dealing with them.

on my word strip clubs just arnt for me, id rather just swoop a chick bang her brains out and be back on my way

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