OK,I was gonna post a disclaimer,but most of you guys know my story.
I always wanted to be a bodybuilder but at times I strayed away from it due to my alcoholism and rec drug use. Trust me please,I am in no way proud of this, or these stories and I just celebrated 18 years of being clean and sober just 2 weeks ago...........best thing I ever accomplished in life bar none.
Anyway,I missed 11 or so years of training due to this lifestyle.............7 of which were in a row.
That is why when people ask me Jeff King questions,I can`t answer all of them because I was in the bars addicted to booze,pussy,and the nightlife that came along with it.
I worked for around 13 years in a strip joint called the Mardi Gras Follies in Springfield Mass.
In this bar I started as bar back,went to doorman,then eventually to bartender.
Mind you all the while I was working,I was drinking on the job and doing various drugs.
The place was owned by a bunch of the bent nosed guys as a lot of the bars were in the city.
As a result,I got to know these guys really well and could borrow hundreds of dollars at a clip if need be.........never borrowed more than I could pay back because I liked my kneeecapsm intact !!
OK,I hung around in that bar with at least 25 guys who I would meet almost nightly to get drunk and high and to try to score chicks.
We called ourselves the fools......a fitting title.
We had our own section of the bar which we called "Fools corner" and a table section as well.
If anyone else sat there,we threw them out..........we also backed up the bar if fights broke out as we were the die hard regulars aka FOOLS !!
Thee was about 6 more strip bars on that strip all owned by the same guidos or their relatives.........they made huge money to say the least.
But the Mardi Gras had the best looking girls by far.
Most of my money went to booze and if In ran out,my boys would furnish it for me........I pretty much stayed drunk unfortunately.
Anyway,every Monday night,new girls would blow into town on what they called the circuit........they were mostly from Boston and NYC.
These bitches put the word EXOTIC in exotic dancing......they were finer than frogs hair.
Of course this meant that every rube in town showed up on Monday to check out the new stuff.
These chicks were used to being pampered and put on a pedestal because,they knew they were hot and there was just no denying that they were.
So every idiot in the bar would throw them anywhere from a buck to 50 bucks at a clip and I have actually seen Conrail workers throw twenties up on stage for over 8 hours non-stop.................I`m deadly serious.
Now my drunken broke as probably had a 20 or so in my pocket on a good day because most of my coin went to drinking and coke and shit like that.
AGAIN,let me stress that I am by no means glorifying this,it is just what I was doing at the time and it seemed natural to me growing up in the streets though I knew I had more smarts than that and plenty of piotential but on the real side (not crying) no one gave me a legit shot until later in life.
OK again,I was usually broke and these broads were getting champagne bought for them by guys who had no chance of getting laid...........the girls were paid to hustle drinks.........and tons of bills being constantly thrown at them in the hopes that after her set she would come sit and talk to some jamoke who more than likely jerked off for a living.
Now me,I sat at "fools table" which meant that after every set a chick did she had to walk by me to get to the back room to change into her next outfit/costume whatever the case was.
Keep in mind,that while not dancing,these broads were literally surrounded by perverted fucks much like myself who wanted them to come sit and have a drink with them.
They loved the attention and were used to it whatever city they happened to be dancing in.
Mean time in between time,I simoply sat by the door of the back room where they had to pass by me.
After a few days of this and me never even saying one single solitary word to them,they would eventually come up to me and say"HI,who are,do you work here, and how come you never say Hi to me" ?
Now while I had little cash,I always made it a point to be dressed to the nines and back then I even had hair and teeth with muscles yet !!
My reply to them was a bit standoffish and I`d answer them by saying,"My name is Tim and I didn`t notice you going out of your way to come say hello to me" !
They always seemed embarassed that they didn`t and would often offer their hand to shake and tell me there name.
My next move was to tell them that after they changed outfits to come and join me for a drink because the rest of the nerds in the bar were just desperate (LIKE I WASN`T) LOL
Surer than shit,she`d come right back and sit with me.
Once her next dance set was over..................ri
ght back to my table.
You see I treated them like average chicks even though they were far from that, but idolizing them just inflated their egos.
Once I ran out of cash,she would buy the rounds of drinks.............then after work she`d take me out to a 3 AM breakfast, all on her of course since I was tapped out.
Then it was to her hotel where I would do unimaginable things to her body and her mind.
Lots of chicks fell in love with me by me using this stupid but effective tactic..........even married one much to my chagrin.
Moral to the story,don`t be a sheep and let them come to you........play as if you don`t even notice them,BUT you have to be there every night in order to accomplish this.
I was young,dumb,and full of cum so I could care less if I went home if I had the chance to abuse some gorgeous foxes body.
NEXT UP:
My marriage if you want to call it that.
PREVIEW:
My head got busted open and bloody,got married on a strippers stage,and guns were pulled.............nothi
ng too out of the ordinary ! LOL
