I know it’s highly unlikely, but it occurred to me as I was walking by our local strip club this evening that it’s at least conceivable that their big, upcoming event was the result of a grassroots campaign waged by local waitresses, who, perhaps jealous of the attention given to “sexy librarians” and “sexy nurses,” had demanded a day of their own. I know it’s more likely that the men in charge were just looking for another fetish to exploit, having run through all of the more obvious ones, but I do like the idea that different sectors of our professional community have begun to demand their opportunity to appear nude in front of sad, middle-aged men drinking from juice boxes. (That is what happens inside, isn’t it?) I know it’s unlikely, but I’m imagining that, in the near future, we could see speech pathologists, dentists, biomedical engineers and government employees honored in the same way… One can dream.
Is this something that a lot of local waitresses are expected to participate in?
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I’m not a frequenter of strip clubs, but if they had women dressed like this, I would be there in an instant.
https://auntiefashion.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/flo-alice.jpg
I’m more partial to the fictional waitresses of the Double R.
http://s1232.photobucket.com/user/TheScoreBlogger/media/Twin%20Peaks%20Episode%2014/PDVD_159.jpg.html
The idea of stripping waitresses doesn’t really do it for me, but there are a few things that they could do to get me in the door. Like what if they had an event where women had to make their own robot costumes and dance until they fell apart?
Juice boxes, yes!
I’ve been there. It’s all Capri Sun. No juice boxes.
I want more specicivity. I don’t want nurses. I want phlebotomists.
Blow jobs for bloggers is the way to go.
I’m tempted to Google “blow jobs for bloggers.”
If you are so interested in what happens inside, you should just go and see for yourself.
You have hinted on numerous occasions that you are very interested in what happens there.
I’m certain I’m not the only one more than a little turned on by your idea of watching “sad, middle-aged men” strip while “drinking from juice boxes.”
Brilliant idea! I can’t wait to see it on the marquee! Who goes first, you or me? (Too late. I call dibs!)