Go for it ... What is the worse thing that could happen?
Originally Posted by pyramider
I had never been to strip club so my last boyfriend insisted we go, just once. He brought it up over and over but I'd always decline. After a few months I started to get mad when he asked so he stopped.
We had been together a little over a year when we decided to visit NOLA during his b-day weekend. I don’t know what I expected but I was completely disgusted the minute our car crossed in to Louisiana. On Saturday night we visited Bourbon Street…I started to get really anxious and the bottoms of my very expensive shoes had begun to stick to the ground (YUCK) - I had to get out of there. There was a never ending line-up of men/women coaxing us in to the clubs and at the next one, I grabbed his arm and drug him in.
Once in, we found a table and just as I began to complain about my shoes being ruined we were greeted by the waitress. He insisted I get a shot and a drink - as he thought I needed to “relax and enjoy myself” - I had those two drinks, possibly two more as he sat happily with his arm around me. At one point, he leaned over and said “look at that one” … the lady wiping down the pole (the next gal up) was wearing a leg cast on one leg and flip flop on the other.
I needed to use the restroom and when I walked in I found her sitting on the sink. She explained to me that she wasn’t allowed to sit down and her leg was killing her. She told me all about how she broke it in 2 places, etc and as I was walking out she said “I’ll be okay, I only need one
special private and then I’m outta here.”
At one point I noticed it was midnight and when the manager approached our table I yelled out “It’s his birthday!” - he leaned in to my ear and asked if I wanted to get him a “special private” - I handed him my credit card and told him I’d like the lady in the cast. My boyfriend knowing what I was doing was smiling ear to ear.
We were ushered to the back of the club, out the door and up a flight of stairs where it looked like a row of outdoor motel rooms. We were guided to one, sat down and immediately were served champagne….then the girl walks in. My boyfriend put his glass down and I don’t remember much except this:
I drank the entire bottle of champagne. He kept trying to decline the dance, as she couldn’t get her leg to cooperate and straddle him. I remember dragging various articles of furniture towards her and saying SIT DOWN, DANCE ON THIS. I remember him standing beside me trying to get me to stop moving the furniture. She was pulling his arm back towards her as he was pulling me. I passed out in a chair. I kept hearing him say SHE’S GOING TO BE SICK. Opening my eyes to her trying to open his zipper. Opening my eyes to him pushing her hand away from his zipper. And finally, him saying LET’S GO NOW!
When I came to, she was half naked and upset. He was asking for the bill and she was saying the manager would be back when the time was up. He left to get the manager and she started to explain to me that the fee was for the room only and she worked on the tips, blah blah blah. I don’t remember much except when the bill came my card was declined (apparently my bank thought it was fraud and had put a hold on it earlier in the day) - he pulled out his card and I remember yelling several times GIVE HER $150 FOR HER TIP.
Time lapse, I don’t remember anything that followed but apparently there’s a 24 hour McDonalds in the area. My next memory was of me eating McNuggets on the trolley and saying over and over WELL THAT WAS FUN, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Time lapse, we are laying in bed and as I reach for him he pushed my hand away and said WHAT THE FUCK…..time lapse, I am sitting on the bathroom floor crying and accusing him of having sex with the stripper. I pass out.
We had early morning plans to do the Plantation Tour before heading out. We both got up in a rush to pack and dress - I was too hung over to be mad or care if he was mad at me and thought nothing of the dead silence as we drove to the plantation. He ruined the day by asking me to HURRY when I stopped to take a picture, or he would show irritation when I asked him to take one of me and appeared mad when I asked him to pose next to me while someone else took our photo.
By the time we left there we were both pissed off. Near the Texas border I pulled out the camera and started looking through the pictures, he ruined them with a sour face. I confronted him, he confronted me on the WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT LAST NIGHT …I accused him of having sex with the stripper while I was in the same room and at one point tossed his new camera out the window and cried the entire ride back to Plano.
He swore he wanted to leave and didn’t do anything. I believed him and eventually we got over it
EXCEPT - whenever I found myself at the losing end of an argument I’d yell out.......
WELL WHY DON’T YOU JUST GO AND F&CK ANOTHER STRIPPER
followed by (burst in to tears)
I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THAT WHILE I WAS SICK AND PASSED OUT
HOW DARE YOU!
THAT’S WHAT YOU ALWAYS WANTED….YOU JUST KEPT ON INSISTING WE GO - JUST ONCE, JUST ONCE…ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!!!
Inaudible tears and endless crying.
