Originally posted by: DeadByDawn
Originally posted by: Yreka
Nice to hear any kind of good financial news these days.
Stay off topic please.
The company I used to work for had monthly manager's meetings in Pontiac. They would put us up in a hotel the night before so that we didn't have to get up stupid early to drive. The tradition was to drive across the river to Windsor and hit up the strip clubs the night before. This one time it was me and 2 of my buddies that went over. We hit up The Million Dollar, Jason's and ended up at Cheetah's. By the time we got there I was stumbling drunk. I walked in the door and there was a naked chick giving a table dance to some guys. I grabbed her and asked if she would dance for me (they can't ask you). She politely told me to let her finish their dance and she would find me.
My buddies and I were sitting around getting even more loaded when the chick came up and asked me if I still wanted the dance. I of course agreed and she asked me if I wanted a private dance. Of course! All the booths were full so we had to kill some time at the bar until the next song. We chatted and she told me how she had just moved to Windsor from someplace in Northeast Canada and how she hated dancing and wanted to go to school. Well the next song came on and I told her that she didn't have to dance if she wanted, we could just talk. She insisted and gave me the dance of a lifetime. Afterwards she sat around and talked with me and asked what I was doing after. Going back to the hotel, why? Well she wanted to come along. That sounded like a plan to me.
So she gets called on stage to dance and I go chill with my buddies. They don't believe that she wants to come to the hotel and are giving me shit. She comes on stage and does a trapeze act that somehow involved fire. That was a great show. After her dance the club closes, so we go outside and wait. My buddies are all kinds of trashed and are walking around messing with people. Finally the chick comes out and asks if we are ready. Yep! So we jump in my buddy's car and head back to the states.
Usually when you go through customs that late at night, its pretty painless. But this time there was a slight hiccup. The guy in the booth asks us our nationalities. "American" "American" "American" "Candian". The guy slaps a sticker on our window and tells us to pull over.
We have to go into the little building to have them run our ID's and wait while they search the car. The guy at the desk is giving the chick a hassle because he thinks she is a hooker. He says something to the effect of, "So you want me to believe that you met these guys at the club you strip at and are just going back to their hotel to hang out? You do know that you can lose your license for prostitution." She gets mad and yells at the guy, "I don't care about the fat guys, I am just going over there to fuck him! (and points at me)" Well that got things moving a little quicker and we were back on the road.
We get to the hotel and her and I go back to my room. She takes a shower to remove the stripper smell and I chill on the bed. The phone in the room rings and its my buddy. "Is she naked yet?" "She is in the shower" CLICK. A couple minutes later she comes out, naked, and the phone rings again. "Is she naked yet?" "Yep" "You bonin her?" "Nope" CLICK. I didn't answer the next time it rang since I was a little occupied.
Morning time comes around and I have about 45 minutes to get to my meeting. Its only ~15 minutes from the hotel, so not a big deal. BUT I have a Canadian stripper in my room and she needs to get back to Windsor. We didn't have time to drive her over there and she couldn't stay at the hotel because the meeting would run until way past check out. I ended up finding some ghetto cab company to drive her back for $60.
I never did see her again but if anyone gets a chance to catch Starfire's show, I would recommend it.
