Kitty Power

Like A Kid In A Candy Store

Thanks to Claudia, my pre-birthday present was having a lot of dick waved in my face yet have none of it satisfy me. All the while totally sober. The story of my 2004 really.

Obviously, there's a story to tell, but I don't feel like getting into it right now. I'm going to go play with the cats and be boring instead. In honor of this week being about finishing what I start yadda yadda this week, the story for your viewing pleasure...

I'm a bit of a perv. I totally admit it. I grew up with boys and I've always been a bit of the inquisitive sort, so my brain's been warped basically since I could ask "why?"

A longtime dream has been the strip club experience. Not because there's any special novelty in seeking naked men. Especially since unless I'm in a state of mind where I know or hope that something's gonna happen to get me naked too, I couldn't have the slightest interest in seeking an unclothed man. You've seen one, you've seen 'em all. Seriously. I just want to do the whole thing to see what would happen. If it will be remotely titillating or if I'd be downright clinical and detached like I am with everything else. Claudia threw out there us going to see a show for my birthday and I thought to myself, I'm so there.

We get to the theater and she tells me that the tickets are 3rd Row. The space is like miniature. I think that it's totally close enough for me. As the show got closer to starting time, the ushers encouraged people to move towards the empty first row. She led the charge and dragged me forward. My response was kinda eh. I mean, I didn't really have the need to get too upclose and personal, you know?

But, as the show started, I found I was. I was literally within inches of flopping penes. If I leaned a little forward, we could've reenacted a scene from a porn. Plus some of them were just not so well endowed. I think I was kinda embarassed for them and hoping that if I yawned, I wouldn't get a mouth filler.

In the middle of the show, one of the performers decided to do a little chatting with the audience. He stood front row center and chatted. Guess where that was? Right in front of my face, eye level. I ended up hurting my nech craning to look at him and not his dick. It's impolite to stare when someone's talking to you of course. He asked us audience members what all these women were doing in the house -- there were about 10 of us spread over 3 groups. We all replied birthdays. He asked me how old I would be and I replied 23. His response: "23? Aren't you a little young to be paying for dick?" Isn't that the truth?

Overall, it was a fun experience. I suppose I've got Wes to blame for not even making nakedness appealling because after all, I've lived through a naked party. You know that naked people aren't really anything to look at after that shit. We posed for pictures with the guys -- in their towels. The birthday girl before me got lifted up with her legs spread in between them. I was like, "hmm...I don't think I'll get that pose." So instead, he wrapped my (fat) leg around him and I made the old lady type "hmm...isn't this interesting?" (fat) face.

So that was a tame entrance into nakedness as entertainment. If someone wants to spring for a man to pop out of the birthday cake, I'm all for that shit. And I'm only partially kidding.

Posted by Candicissima at March 2, 2004 03:09 AM