After getting enough courage, I finally got enough balls to ask out my favorite dancer at my local strip club. I’m from Miami so we have more than enough hotties to go around.

You’ll find girls of all walks of life dancing in clubs and for millions of different reasons. In my case, my dancer went by the name “Coco” and she was a half-breed, Jamaican and French. You could only imagine the curves on her body and her sex appeal and she had every guy in the place emptying their bank accounts on her.

She was extremely down to earth and I was never overly ambitious with her and always played things cool and she dug that. We went to the VIP and I got my fantasy fulfilled and I wrapped things up by asking her out on a date. What did I have to lose? Worse case scenario, she says NO.  She blew my mind when she accepted and not only that, SHE wanted to plan the evening. After an excessively loud, “HELL YEA!” by me, we set a date and it was on.

When we finally got together, I had thought about every nasty possible thing I could do to her even though I wasn’t counting on her giving it up to me. We met and I asked where are we off to and she replies by saying she wanted to go to a club. A club? No problem there. We could get some drinks, maybe get loose, and then really see what happens from there. When we show up to the club, she knew EVERYONE: the bouncers, the doorman, the bottle host, bartenders, and even the bussers. I was like WTF??

So as we make our way through the club, everything seemed normal. Guys and girls dancing, drinking, and having a good time. After two hours in the spot, my phone rang and I excused myself from the group she had us chatting with and I attempted to slide outside to pick up the call. When I got to the front door, the security looked at me like I was an idiot and said “where do you think you’re going?”

I said, “Ummm outside?” and he replies, “My man, you’re at a locked-door party, you’re not going anywhere…” At that moment an alarm sounded and everyone in the place started roaring. I looked at the bouncer and said, “Locked door? What does that mean?” He replied back to me, “After midnight, the door locks, no one comes in or out, and anything goes.” So naturally I was shocked, I never heard of such a thing. At this point I’m staring at him with the dumbest look on my face and he says, “Turn around bro and take a look.”

At that moment, my jaw officially hit the floor. I looked back and saw what was going on. Bartenders were pouring liquor on naked girls on the bar and people were sucking the liquor off the girls and some were snorting blow off the girls too! Groups of people started lighting up joints left and right, and every couple of people there was a man getting a blowjob or two women making out or a girl getting eaten out. Like a deer caught in headlights, my date slapped me back into reality and said, “lets go upstairs, I have a surprise for you.” We had a night that I will NEVER forget.

Let’s just say the night was unforgettable and my favorite dancer and I are now best friends and when I hear about a locked-door party, I’m first on line.