This story takes place on the weekend of my 18th birthday. I’m back home in charlotte and the night before my cousin and some friends took me to the club which I didn’t want to do but hey what the heck. So on this day my cousin takes me to a strip club. Now I had never been before so at the time I was all for it but now I wouldn’t go I have a couch and iTunes I can get a dance at home but anywhoo. We find The Players Club(which is now closed) and the bouncer who has to be at least 59 asks our age we say 18 and he let’s us in. When I tell you these were the most out of shape ratchet a** strippers of all time. These girls were built like caprisuns. So we go in and sit down and then the bouncers come in I guess they got bored and start getting dances and I’m thinking to myself “only in Charlotte”. Another thing I noticed was at most strip clubs your not really supposed to touch the girls but they definitely didn’t care at this one. About 5 minutes later a lady comes over and asks of I want a dance I say yes even tho I really didn’t want one but I didn’t know you could turn them down at the time. So now I have mother love in front of me in a g-string trying to dance and she is failing miserably. After that nightmare was over I see my cousin go into this big hole in the wall and I see couches(there really was a hole in the wall) and I later found out that was VIP. As soon as he gets back there his girl just gets butt naked so I’m like ” umm I need to go to VIP”. About five minutes later my cousin pulls his pants down and asks the stripper “so what you wanna do” I thought he was going to get kicked out but she just laughed. I then find myself a young lady with what seemed to be C section scars and take her to VIP after my cousin had left. She starts dancing and it’s going ok then she takes my hand and puts it in her cooch and fingers herself with my hand. At the time I thought it was great but as soon as we left and I got in the car I was like ” that’s the most unsanitary sh** ever”, so when I got back to my grandmas house I washed my hands for a good 10 minutes. So the moral of this story is well I don’t have one that was a great bday weekend tho.

-Darnelle-