Painted Toes and those WheelBarrow Blues....

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            Painted Toes and those WheelBarrow Blues....
 
Light flurries with no accumulation was broadcasted by the weather-babe on the car radio as I fired up my sleek black beauty in search of....  I decided to roll the dice and believe light flurries wouldn't turn into an early winter blizzard so I headed to Paradise Saloon,  in Lawrence, KS.
 
I found some vacant space on the long lapp bench, ordered my radioactive gin & tonic, and soon was approached by a young, pouty lipped short haired blond in cum-fuck-me-patent-leather-shiny-up-to-the-knee-boots. We introduced ourselves, I commented on her boots, and in a nyce way suggested if she buys another pair, they should be of the pre-eskimo-wommenz-chewed soft glove black leather variety. Who knows, I probably even suggested a shopping trip....
 
During our chat, Sweetie was found to be getting her license to be a nail technician, she telling me, she had to drop out of cosmetology school because of an  acclaimed learning disorder.
 
Enuff talking of that sort, in the next hour or so I proceeded to garner 11 $5 lapps over 3 sessions, with a $5 tip per session. My hands roamed freely over everything but kitty. She drew out of me my foot fetish and suggested I come to her school and she would give my assorted talons a mani-&-pedicure. More PL speak as she was bringing me to the brink, and I found out she had a hard time painting her toenails. I volunteered and thought I was getting a ticket to paint her toes, when I asked "At your place?", she said, "No, here at the club?"... I thought to myself, "with the bouncers watching?.... Nah!"
 
One of her friends sat at our table and they did their girl chat. I asked my girl if she wouldn't mind doing a double lapp with her friend, and if she was "into that". She said two girls would be $10. I can do basic math, two five dollar lapps right? No, it was $10 per girl... I balked and she left me to "circulate", I got her rangefed friend on my lapp and she really had a good laid back RC lapp rhythm going, her back against my battle scarred chest.  During the 3rd or 4th dance, as her locomotion was feeding my raging beast, I softly coo'd in her ear... "If you keep this up, you'll get a wet-spot out of me"......  My hope was, she would finish her prey off, rather than toy with me..... To my dismay, she disengaged from my better half..... Again, 4 $5 lapps and a $5 tip.
 
I left the club, the cool brisk air invigorated me, no snow accumulation, it was about 7:45pm, so I went off to hunt down a new club to me, the Outhouse. Directions told me to head east on 15th street out of Lawrence and progress to where the road becums graveled... Soon I'm out of Lawrence on a cloudy moonless night, I'm on flat river bottoms land, with cornfield stubble to my left or right. I'm skating over the gravel, hoping some deer, cow or Sasquatch doesn't toss up upon my hood and through my windshield. I see a concrete bunker of sorts upcumming, I pull into the gravel lot and park my car away from the beer bottles strewn about the parking lot.
 
Bare minimum strip club. All door locks and handles appear to have been culled from former jail cells. In the vestibule, there is a pathetic cardboard sign with hand printing laying on the floor saying something to the effect, "If you respect the girls they will be nice to you". Must have been put there by a stripper.
 
I enter the club and get my bearings. A concrete building probably about 100 feet by 40 feet. An active stage at the far end of the rectangle, with another inactive stage at the other end of the building's corner. Light level was on the high side for a bawdy club. Chairs and tables along the long walls and in the center area. It was about 8:00pm when I entered, the Outhouse club hours are 7pm to either 2am or 4am in the morning. Weekends, longer hours.
 
There are about 8 PL's strewn about and an equal number of dancers, the dancers sitting together in a few groups. Sound system was not overly loud. I eyed the bathroom area and took a few steps and a bouncer sitting at a table with some strippers caught my eye and motioned I needed to see the guy sitting by the door, who was 2 feet away from me when I entered but was intent on doing something on a laptop computer. Stepping back I find he is the doorman. He says the cover or "donation" is $15, kinda steep for a joint like this, later a stripper tells me this is the weekend cover, during the week its $10.
 
He asks if I've been here before, I say no, then he puts a wrist band around me for ID purposes. This letting you cum and go during the night. Its a BYOB place, I was dry. Then he points to the Rules on the wall and suggests I read them. Basic rules about rowdiness, no touching the strippers on stage (they have a thing where on the second stripper song, you can lie on your back on the stage and have a stripper nekked fetch a tip from your mouth, but you have to have your hands at your side.).
 
Also, there was a rule about no puking in the club.....
 
I hit the john, basic stool and sink, no towels, handle broken to flush the toilet, I am glad I may have been the first to use it, and didn't get there at 3am!... As you may surmise, there was no attendant to tip..... 
 
I find a spot about midway along the wall between the stage and where the stripper groups were sitting. Stage was raised about 8 inches. Pole in center and stage may have a diameter of 15 feet. First song the girl prances dressed or takes off her top. Second song the girl is nekked. By the time I left, they may have been 12 dancers, many in the 6-8 range, all with some story about how they landed here....
 
I am approached by a cornfed blond named Drew, I immediately see the resemblance to Drew Barrymore. She parked next to me and explained the dances. $10 you get to touch legs, butt, girl's discretion on how close to panties, some back and tummy, no titties. $20 get you titties.  I just left a most descent club, Paradise, where for $5 you get titties, but I tell myself  I'm on a research fact finding mission here....
 
Never was I offered a soft drink, don't know if that was part of the $15 cover, there was no waitress, but a mini-bar of sorts was to be found where doorman was....  I figured no fluids would keep me out of that bathroom....
 
I get two $10 dances from Drew, she got me raised from the dead, and with her natural plump C/D cups gave a pretty good kneeling russian, wide puppy dog eyes looking up at me..... She runs off and is replaced soon by Rain a 19 year old half PR with very nyce curly hair. The 19 part was luscious. Then a near druggie looking large mouthed girl whose bark was louder than her bite. She telling me she had sex with more women than men, was a woodifier..... Two $10 dances for each girl....
 
Then a cutie cums by as I was contemplating leaving. I saw earlier out of the corner of my eye, during her lapps she entered the pile driver position as part of her repartee.   I enter into 2 lapps with her. She is gorgeous, soon she enters the pile driver position, her shoulder resting on my thighs. Her luscious ass inches from my mouth, I can see her puckered browneye covered by the barely there g-string....
 
I begin to trip on, with all the contorting these girls do, their panties never expose ms. kitty. I wonder if these girls use spray glue like the female posing body builders do on ESPN2, but I digress.....
 
I asked her if she'd ever had "got nasty" in that position, I find out she's only fucked in 3 positions her entire life. mish, cg, and doggy. She thought CG was racy.... What kind of boys has she been around?.... I started to reel off some position names to her and get her the best I could into  those positions.  I got a big smile out of her, when I told her the RC would be done in front of a full length mirror.....
 
Then, then, then.....
She coos in my ear, that a fantasy of hers is to be fucked in "this" position. From sitting on my lapp with her back towards me, she leans down so her hands are about my ankles, her pantied puss rubbing against uncut gem, her legs bent back at my side. She called this the wheelbarrow position and got some pretty good friction going, her perfect ass begging to be spanked, as a means to shift the gears of her internal corvette 6 speed transmission.....
 
I beseeched her, that I was placed on this planet to grant her this fantasy, asking if she could stay in that position for at least a half hour, she, with her stripper smile face, shaking her head, YES.... However, my pathetic jedi tricks were not working on her, when I went to arrange for a private dance... After the 4th lapp I tell her I needed to turn into a pumpkin. I get up and leave, hearing the snap, crackle and pop of the other girl's breaking hearts, since I was about the only PL contracting for lappers with the kind of jack needed for them to keep their bf's flush with drumsticks.....
 
My car was still intact in the parking lot, fortunately, one of the first questions I asked my dancer was how I could get back to the main highway heading east to KC. If anyone has ever gotten directions from a stripper you know the feeling I had when I fired up the sleek black beauty and skated upon the gravel roadway....
 
Then I noticed I still had on my "wristband" ID'ing me as a club patron. As I'm driving I try to tear it off, but its made of some space-aged-material which won't rip... I gotta resort to carefully using my cig lighter to weaken its structure, and not ignite the hair about my wrists. I was wise enuff to stop on the deserted roadway to do this, my heart racing that some Sasquatch-females-in-heat, would come out of the cornfield stubble, snare my body and progress to show me positions, I never thought possible.....
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