I went through a stage of about years in my early twentys where I dated nothing but strippers for the most part. Banged lots of em, and lots of em together. I could go on for hours ( as I frequently do when I'm drunk) about the acts of debauchery that went on. good times for the most part, crazy girls for the most part. Waaaay too much drama and fucked up shit surrounding these girls tho.
I never gave any of them more money than a single lap dance, somehow I just ended up banging one, and from that one I started banging many, in several different clubs in several different states. I always wondered how a schmuck like me ended up banging so many hot ass girls, but hey I'm not complaining.
Finally got broken of the habit when I actually did fall for one hard and the relationship ended. We're still good friends but she was engaged ( I was unaware of this fact ) when I started banging her and ended marrying the guy.
So a story....hmmmm....I was at the club waiting for one of the strippers I was shagging to get off one night, two other girls that worked there ( one of whom I'd banged previously) came in on their night off and invited thr girl I was waiting on and I to go out with them in the limo they'd rented. We did, so yeah, me hot ass girls, a stretch limo with a full bar....if you can think of it we did it. That's one great night out of many.
I've also plenty of horror stories about pill heads, psycho ex boyfriends and husbands, and multiple homicides, along with a nifty one where on of the chicks in the above story had been leading on and using the club owner and he finally lost it and shot her, blew of nearly her whole right side, and the put a hollow point in his own head....So ya see why I stopped...