Monday, October 18, 2010

Fabulous Andy: The Stock's Ugly Stock

Rodzilla, Terrine and I love to hang out in Montreal's Gay Village. Gorgeous guys make out together and they won't have a boner while dancing with you, except in some rare cases...

Wednesday is the ladies' night at the Stock Bar, usually a gay-friendly strip club. Rodzilla and I sat at a table where I drank beer and he drank water. In fact, he recently started drinking in Germany, where we had no choice but to gulp currywursts with Berliner beer. So the show started off well; nice-looking hunks would get undressed and make women scream with their everlasting erections. Some were obviously gay, others we weren't sure of. In any case, they had to strut their stuff in front of men during the rest of the week, so they must have had a certain interest in doing so.

I was a bit broke, so paying for a private dance was out of question. One of the dancers, however, kept poking me when he would pass by our table. I continued to ignore him. At one point, Rodzilla had to pee (or masturbate? I shall never know.), so he left me alone.

The poking dancer came back. I turned around, about to tell him I was not going to pay for a dance, when he asked me, "Is he your boyfriend?". I was shocked, so after blabbering that Rod was gay, he told me how pretty I was.

All I found to say is, "But, aren't you GAY? I mean, you work here!".

Apparently, he wasn't. When Rodzilla had finished peeing/masturbating, Pokie said he would strip down in a cabin for me... for free. Talkin' about a special treatment! So, I left Rod alone at the table and proceeded to the minuscule, crassy wooden cabin. Right away, he gave me an in-depth mouthwash with his tongue while getting undressed. Seeing him from that close, I realized that he was the worst dancer on stage and thought, "Damn girl, get outta here!".

He called a few times after that unfortunate cabin fun, but I never answered. Seriously, who would want to go out with a guy who not only is a nude dancer in the Village, but who's bad at it?

I mean, compared to him, Occupation Double's Jimmy is a living god.

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