Sunday, November 05, 2006

lipstick on your...what?

About 15 years ago I spent a night in Memphis while traveling on business. I dined at a hole in the wall barbecue place and had barbecue spaghetti and a very large Coke. Barbecue spaghetti is pasta with a very meaty sauce, and the meat is chopped up pork. It was very spicy and I needed all of that Coke.

Afterwards, I went to a strip club, something I did nearly every night I was on the road alone. I was wearing white jeans, something I can no longer believe I owned and wore, but there you are.

The club was very swank, with several stages. After a while a beautiful African-American dancer sat next to me and we began chatting. I asked her to do a lap dance, and hers was very slow and sensual. She didn't ask me to do another right away, but continued to sit with me and chat for a few songs. While she did, she put her hand on my leg and then started moving her finger around my crotch, tracing my hard-on, which assured it would remain so. Then she asked if she could do another dance, and of course I agreed. This pattern continued for a while, but each dance got sexier. She unbuttoned my shirt a bit and played with my nipples, And then, she dropped down between my legs and feigned a blow job, chomping ever so lightly on my cock.

Several days later, after traveling east across Tennessee to Gatlinburg, I was ready to go home. That day I had put on the same white jeans. But just before leaving my motel, I noticed something in the mirror that didn't look right. I looked down at my crotch and there was red lipstick in perfect lip formation. I just about freaked out at the thought I could have been seeing customers and then flying home to my wife dressed like that.

I quickly changed pants, and with some effort washed the lipstick off of the white jeans. As I drove around that day, those jeans were on the back shelf of the car, in the sun, and my the time I had to go to the airport they were dry and squeaky clean.

So next time a stripper chomps on your cock through your pants, be sure to look for markings later. I know, it happens all the time.

10 comments:

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Anonymous said...

I can't leave a coherent comment... i'm laughing too hard at the expression that must have been on your face when you first saw the mark.

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Al Sensu said...

Glad you found it amusing -- I've regaled friends with this story for years, so thought I'd share it with my internet friends.

Anonymous said...

Glad you discovered it before your wife did!

Anonymous said...

That is so funny. Good thing you caught it. It would have been a bitch to explain.

Anonymous said...

That is fantastic! Thanks for the laugh. It would have been much harder to explain than the time my new silk tie ended up being part of the strip show I and couldn't get it back.

Al Sensu said...

It probably had permanent eau du pussy on it anyway.

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