I’m laying around watching Burn Notice on YouTube and I get the feeling to hit up a strip club. In my city the strip clubs are owned by Hells Angels. They are dirty yet professional establishments. It’s nearly 2:00 PM. I wait till 3:00 PM when they open.

I walk into the club a little after 3:00 PM. The place has a few customers and some decent exotic dancers. I look for some people that I can befriend. I find them in the back corner booth. I walk over and say, “Hi.” I tell them that I am alone and I need some people to keep me company. They say, “Sure!” and I sit. We shoot the shit for a couple of minutes and then I get down to business. I tell them I’m interested in gaming some strippers. They laugh, but agree to help out. While they are still chuckling I scan the place for an exotic dancer. I find a decent one talking to a guy by the bar.

I tell one of the guys I’m with to get a private lap dance for me. He goes over with my $20 and a story of me being a shy guy who’s never been to strip club before. She takes the $20 and comes over with a smirk on her face. When she arrives at the booth I ask what she’s smirking about? She says, “We’re going to the VIP room.” I say, “I don’t think so.” She grabs my shirt and struggles pulling me over the VIP room. Once we’re in the room she pushes me into the chair and gets into her ‘stripper zone’.

As she’s dancing I just stare . . . into her eyes. She does all kinds of erotic things; from pulling her top down to standing on the chair sticking her pussy in my face. I keep looking into her eyes no matter how hard it is. She doesn’t like that.

She’s standing in front of me with her hands on her hips and says, “What’s wrong?” I reply, “Nothing.” She says, “Well why do keep looking at me like that?” I tell her that I’m working on my eye contact and that there is nothing she can do to take my eyes of her eyes. She responds with a competitive, “Oh yeah!?” and goes for my crotch.

Her fingers go for my zipper. She pulls down the zipper and reaches in to play around. I am obviously happy at this point and she knows it. I sustain my eye contact. She pulls my dick out and I sustain my eye contact. I’m a little worried at this point because I have no idea where she’s been before, and I do not want whatever she has near my dick.

I take my eyes off her to look in a direction behind her and fake a shocked look. She gives a shocked look and turns her head in panic. She has laugh. I grasp the couch, give my body a twist, and as she turns her head back towards me I give her a smack in the face with my erect dick. The impact is just under her left eye.

She is not impressed to say the least.

I zip up, smile at her, and tell her I have to go.

I quickly leave the club and head home.