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March 16, 2002 - 3:45 PM
Cheerleaders
Cheerleaders
Peth's life has been lacking fun.
Doesn't that make you sad?
Well, it made me sad.
IMing with her on Friday, she told me how she was in desperate need of fun. I told her that I would call her later that night to arrange some fun with her. In fact, I told her that if Blandman was not too worn out from his day, then he, the Master of Fun, would take us out somewhere fun.
Later on that evening, Blandman and I considered where we could go for fun. Miniature golfing? Weber's Drive-In? A movie? The Jughandle Inn? The Oaklyn Manor?
A titty bar? Hmmm…
I called Peth to tell her we were on our way and she told me to give her another hour or so.
When we drove up to Peth's house, she was standing on her lawn intently watching a house across the street. Blandman rolled down his window and Peth raced up to us. "Shhh," she said, "there are people over in that house having sex!"
"Can you see them?" Blandman asked.
"Yes," Peth answered, breathlessly.
Blandman and I jumped out of the car and stood with Peth watching the impromptu sex show. Across the street you could see a man and woman having sex or at least making the motions of having sex. It was actually quite difficult to see as the shade was drawn down for the most part, but there was about 6 inches of window that was exposed. Mostly we saw the man's torso going back and forth and back and forth…every once in a while we might see his ass or the woman's hair.
After it seemed like the man and woman were done (we saw the man through another window talking on the phone), Peth, Blandman and I discussed the evenings plans. We mentioned miniature golfing (probably not open for the season yet), Weber's Drive-In (probably not open for the season yet), A movie (but what to see?), The Jughandle Inn (maybe), The Oaklyn Manor (sounds good)...
Then we mentioned a titty bar. Peth's eyes lit up. She said, "I don't care, whatever you guys want to do…" But I saw it in her eyes. I knew which of the above mentioned excursions would reap the most fun for her.
Discussion ensued again. Which titty bar should we go to? Peth and I had never been to a titty bar before. We didn't know why, we just had not. Blandman hadn't been to one in probably close to a decade if not more. We didn't want to go any where too intimidating. We needed to go some where that Peth and I could cut our teeth, so to speak. We needed a friendly, classy place where the chicks are hot and not all worn out.
After much consideration, we agree to Cheerleaders in Gloucester City.
Getting into the car, Peth admitted that the reason she had asked for a hour before we came over was because she and Flame were about to have sex when I called.
Cheerleaders is not a titty bar, actually. It is a bikini bar. Blandman forgot that it wasn't a titty bar and Peth and I didn't know it wasn't a titty bar. It was a little disappointing in that respect but good for your first time at one of these places none the less.
We paid our cover and the bouncer asked for my ID (YAY! I love getting carded). Peth's ID was not asked for and she was sorely annoyed at this. There was not 3 seats together at the bar, so we decided to sit at a table. The waitress came over to our table but didn't know what beer they served. Peth and Blandman got gin and tonics and I got a vodka and cranberry. My drink tasted like it only had cranberry in it. By the second round of drinks our waitress had learned which beers they served and Blandman and I got Yuenglings. Peth nursed her watered down gin and tonic for the rest of the night.
Cheerleaders is set up with a large U-shaped bar and an area of tables off to the side. There is a stage in the middle of the bar with 2 poles and a satellite stage and pole in the area with the tables. The girls rotate between the 3 poles moving from one to the next for 3 songs then work the bar and tables for the rest of their shifts. We mostly paid attention to the satellite stage because it was closest to us and easiest to see.
The first dancer we watched was marvelous. She was a true pole dancer. She swung around the pole, holding with both hands, sometimes one hand, her feet off the floor, her body turning an arc around the pole. I was impressed that she could grab on to the pole with the back of her knee and support her body weight (there were a few other girls there who did this too). Not only was she an impressive, athletic dancer, her body was lovely and she had a sweet face.
After her dance she approached our table. "I'm not here for your money," she said leaning down toward us. "I'm called 'Desire' but my real name is Michelle." She touched her necklace, "I wear my real name around my neck." She smiled. She asked us all our names and shook our hands. "Nice to meet you," she said. Michelle turned to Blandman and mentioned that she thought he looked familiar and wondered if he'd been to Cheerleaders before. He said, "Not for a long time." He may as well have said, "Not since you were in grade school, Honey." She pointed to me and asked him, "Is this your girlfriend?" I flashed my wedding ring at her. We all laughed. Before she walked away, Michelle encouraged us to enjoy the rest of our night. We thanked her. Peth, Blandman and I are all now madly in love with Michelle.
The rest of the night was probably typical. We sat and watched girl after girl. Only a few of them could really hold our attention though. I was impressed with the range of body types we saw at Cheerleaders. A few of the girls were what I would call "chunky" but most of the girls were way too thin for our liking. And many of them had flat asses. There was one girl who had a beautiful ass though – round, with just enough hippiness. She really held our attention.
After her dance she came over to us and we complemented her on her shapely ass. She turned around for me and I slipped a dollar into her g-string. I felt the sweat from the small of her back on my fingers. It was sexy. She also had nice round breasts. We could see her lusciously dark nipples through the mesh top she was wearing. Peth went to put a dollar into the girl's top. The girl leaned over and attempted to put her breasts in Peth's face. I think because we weren't familiar enough with the rules about touching the girls, Peth backed off. The girl smiled, stroked Peth's face and moved on to the next table.
As the night wore on, girls would approach our table, sneaking up behind us while we were lost in critiquing the latest girl dancing. We gave money to all of them in a effort to be polite, me shoving dollar bills into Peth's hands to give the girls. I loved that they all carried around cute little purses to put their money in. I was tempted to ask a few of them where they had purchased their cute little bags so I could buy one for myself.
We watched one of the girls dry hump a guy at the next table. It seemed to go on for 15 minutes. I wondered how much money she got out of him.
We saw a girl who looked like a Pam Anderson wannabe but gone horribly wrong. It looked like she had been sleeping for 5 days and wasn't able to brush the tangles out of her hair.
We saw a girl who had a face that made us think she was at least 40 years old although her body looked like that of a 23 year old. Blandman called her "well preserved."
One of the girls asked if we had ever been there before and I honestly told her that Peth and I had never been to this kind of place ever. She asked me if I knew about the couch dances. I said I didn't. She explained that I could choose any girl I wanted and I could go down stairs with her for a couch dance. "Are you interested?" she asked. I was interested. But I wasn't interested in her. So I said I didn't think I was ready for a couch dance yet. We gave her dollars and she moved on. I would have liked a couch dance from Michelle or the beautiful butt girl.
Looking around at the girls working the tables and the bar I now know that touching them is not discouraged. I guess if you keep feeding them money you can touch them a lot. You probably just can't touch their nethers. Next time I will touch the girls more.
I wanted to ask the girls where they bought their purses, where they bought their clothes, did they wax or shave and if they waxed, did they do it themselves or where did they go to get it done. I wanted to ask some of them how many hours they spent at the gym each week, where they went and what sort of exercises they did. I wanted to talk make-up and hair. I wanted to talk girl-talk with them.
We had fun at Cheerleaders. I would like to go back there again, but not next weekend. It seems more like the thing to do every once in a while for fun, but not all the time. It would get boring if you went all the time.
Maybe next time we will go to an actual titty bar like The Erotic Café or Dangerous Curves. But I liked the relaxed atmosphere and the friendly girls at Cheerleaders. And I'd like to see Michelle again.
Afterwards, Peth, Blandman and I went to The Oaklyn Manor for some grub. And they had good grub. I had Kielbasa mit kraut. It was yummy
We recounted our Cheerleaders experience and Peth agreed that we had had a fun night. She was especially pleased at how sexy her night had been over all. She doodled on a napkin just like she used to do when we were in high school. It made me nostalgic.
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