One Fine Night At The Sleaziest Stip Club In Arizona

The why I was stranded isn't important, but the ass hole boyfriend and I had an argument near the end of a cross country trip and he left me at a truck stop! A woman trucker dropped me off at a motel where I spent nearly all my money on the room. The next day I met someone at the diner who told me I could pick up some cash at a strip club off the Interstate a few miles away. I'd had two girlfriends who actually did stripping for a semester, so I wasn't naive about the work. I wouldn't have to call my parents and let them know I dated assholes, and I guess I thought showing off my titties to strangers would really get back at him for abandoning me. (It didn't, we broke up)

The surprise was this had to be the skankiest club in Arizona. The girls were skanky, with customers to match. Having all my teeth and not crossed-eyed high on god-knows-what-all, I was hired on the spot.

Each girl did a three song set, with the first being topless, the second was nude and the third was "floor work". I, ah... wasn't familiar with floor work. For the third song girls would literally lie down on the floor (a couple had little rugs they brought out to lie on) close to guys in the seats that pulled up to the horseshoe shaped stage, and spread their legs. One girl used one of those cheap beige vibrators to fake a ridiculous "orgasm". Another (I swear) came out with a small flashight held snugly between her ample ass cheeks that she would then hand to a tipper for a close-up inspection! Ew!

I could see I had standards to maintain. I had three vodka tonics, grabbed an empty long neck Bud bottle and fucked myself with it on that stage. In the last rotation of the night (and after at least one more vodka) I actually handed the bottle to two different big tippers and let them bottle-fuck me. That performance and two really disgusting lap dances earned me airfare back to LA in one night.