and the stripper smelled like grandma

One of my best friends turned 40. His wife told me to take him out for a guys night out. Gave me $250 said get something to eat and take him to a strip club. Not a regular club. So I did.

We get there and within seconds a group of ladies ask if we would like some company. We respectfully declined because you never settle for the first stripper that comes by. I noticed my friend seriously checking out the dancer out that was on stage. So I went up tipped her and asked her to come over and give him a birthday dance. A little while later she showed up with two of her friends. They sit down. Two sit by him and one sits on my lap. They were all very attractive. But the one sitting on me perfume was so strong and smelled so bad. It was about like the stuff my grandma and her friends wore back in the day. That you could smell three blocks away.

So the dancer from the stage asked my friend if he would like a double dance for his birthday. I said yes he would. Gave him the money his wife gave me and they took off for the dance area. The chick on my lap asked if I would like a dance. I gave her the not right now maybe later. Thinking she would leave. No such luck. She said ok and just started talking, and talking and talking. The smell was starting to give me a headache. The waitress comes by asking if we need a drink. I say no we are good right now thinking the dancer might take the hint time to leave. Nope.

My friend come back by himself with a big smile on his face. So I decide this is a good time for a restroom break. Thinking if I leave she might leave. I get back to the table and she is still there. She ask if I would like a dance and my friend answer for me. He sure does. She was very attractive so I figure what the hell. Other than the smell the first dance was so great I got a second. Thinking now that she made a little money she might leave.

I get back to the table my friend ask how was it? I said other then the perfume its was great. He said he could smell her from across the table. Next thing I know she sits back down on my lap and starts talking again.

My friend gets a few more dances and I listen to her life story. We decide its time to go.

We pick up some Whataburger and headed back to his house. His wife is still up. She asked if we had a good time and if we went to a senior citizens strip club? That I smelled like grandma. He told her the story about the smelly stripper that would not leave and we all had a good laugh.