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Fuggedabouditt
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Back in my twenties, I was a little more brash than I am today. I've mellowed.
My friend and his family had a cottage near Orillia. We would often ride our Harley's up and wreak havoc in town and then head back to the cottage with a couple of lovely young ladies. His older brother looked at us with a frown at most times, but we were god's to his friends.
One weekend, his brothers friends came up for a long weekend of partying and the cottage was filled and the lawn was strewn with tents. My friend and I laughed at these rookie partyers but they were having fun and so were we. One of his brothers' friends was dating a stripper. His buddies had all had their laughs at his expense, knowing he was a little sensitive about her occupation. Hell, they event went to see her at Little Tony's in Scarborough and sat in perverts row. She thought it was hilarious. For my friend and I, dating or banging strippers was nothing new. Amateurs.
As the night went on and more alcohol was consumed by me, I notice (let's call the stripper Amanda) was sitting by herself. God forbid anyone should talk to her or the BF would get pissed. Fuck it, I say, and I wave her over to the table we were sitting at and she comes over. I slap my knee and motion for her to sit on my knee, she does. I put my arm around her and start throwing her every pickup line I could. She's had enough alcohol that she's biting. She said she's seen me come in and wondered why I had never asked her to dance for me. At that, I throw my arm on the table and clear it of all the cans and glasses and help her up on to the table. She steps up and starts performing for us. Cheers and jeers.
Party pooper BF walks in and is pissed. He asks what's going on and tells her to get down. I tell him to calm the fuck down and let her finish her dance because she dancing for me because I asked. She actually kept dancing through this little argument lol. I told him to sit the fuck down and enjoy the show. He's pissed and is sizing me up. My buddy (the BF's friends brother) is holding him back. He relents. After Amanda is finished, I reach in my pocket and pull out a fifty and tuck it down her pants, which she kept on. She gave me a kiss and disappeared out the door with the BF.
Later in the night, I'm out by the dock and see Amanda sitting by herself. I sit next to her and can she that's she's obviously upset. I ask what's going on and she tells me that the BF has left and has left her there alone. That knocking I hear is opportunity. Long story short, we end up fucking in my tent. The BF comes back in the morning looking for her and she comes out of my tent. He tells her to get in the car and leaves. I'm king shit for the rest of the weekend.
Did I feel guilty? Fuck no. He was a jerk that didn't accept her line of work but met her while performing. Fucking jerk.
Would you do what I did?
My friend and his family had a cottage near Orillia. We would often ride our Harley's up and wreak havoc in town and then head back to the cottage with a couple of lovely young ladies. His older brother looked at us with a frown at most times, but we were god's to his friends.
One weekend, his brothers friends came up for a long weekend of partying and the cottage was filled and the lawn was strewn with tents. My friend and I laughed at these rookie partyers but they were having fun and so were we. One of his brothers' friends was dating a stripper. His buddies had all had their laughs at his expense, knowing he was a little sensitive about her occupation. Hell, they event went to see her at Little Tony's in Scarborough and sat in perverts row. She thought it was hilarious. For my friend and I, dating or banging strippers was nothing new. Amateurs.
As the night went on and more alcohol was consumed by me, I notice (let's call the stripper Amanda) was sitting by herself. God forbid anyone should talk to her or the BF would get pissed. Fuck it, I say, and I wave her over to the table we were sitting at and she comes over. I slap my knee and motion for her to sit on my knee, she does. I put my arm around her and start throwing her every pickup line I could. She's had enough alcohol that she's biting. She said she's seen me come in and wondered why I had never asked her to dance for me. At that, I throw my arm on the table and clear it of all the cans and glasses and help her up on to the table. She steps up and starts performing for us. Cheers and jeers.
Party pooper BF walks in and is pissed. He asks what's going on and tells her to get down. I tell him to calm the fuck down and let her finish her dance because she dancing for me because I asked. She actually kept dancing through this little argument lol. I told him to sit the fuck down and enjoy the show. He's pissed and is sizing me up. My buddy (the BF's friends brother) is holding him back. He relents. After Amanda is finished, I reach in my pocket and pull out a fifty and tuck it down her pants, which she kept on. She gave me a kiss and disappeared out the door with the BF.
Later in the night, I'm out by the dock and see Amanda sitting by herself. I sit next to her and can she that's she's obviously upset. I ask what's going on and she tells me that the BF has left and has left her there alone. That knocking I hear is opportunity. Long story short, we end up fucking in my tent. The BF comes back in the morning looking for her and she comes out of my tent. He tells her to get in the car and leaves. I'm king shit for the rest of the weekend.
Did I feel guilty? Fuck no. He was a jerk that didn't accept her line of work but met her while performing. Fucking jerk.
Would you do what I did?
