I’m kind of famous. Well, at least in my area. I can’t tell you who I am. I can’t even tell you what I’m famous for because if I did you would likely guess who I was. But I am well known by many people. I go through a crap load of stress in my daily life and people expect a lot of me. I can’t go anywhere without people coming up to me and asking to take my picture with them so they can share it on social media. It’s insane. And sometimes I just need to do something to take the burden of my fame off my mind.
For me, it’s all about the ladies. I don’t date. It’s too much of a hassle. The women that want to go out with me are after my money and want to be seen with me in the media. It’s really annoying. And the women that I want to go out with – well, they aren’t into fame and money so they aren’t interested.
So what’s my big stress reliever and escape from my daily life? It’s a little place called Rhode Island Dolls in Woonsocket, Rhode Island. The owner of the club knows who I am. I think he does. He’s been super discreet about it anyway. But when I walk in that club, no one else would know it was me. RI Dolls is actually two states away from where I live, so that minimizes the chances that I would be recognized.
But I make sure that there’s no chance of being recognized. I dress down – jeans and a t-shirt – and I wear a wig and colored contacts. My security guys are in disguise, too. One of them is even wearing a belly so he looks like he’s not in shape. Ya, I take it to extremes. But I don’t want to get caught because these trips to RI Dolls are a lifesaver these days.
I never thought I would get hooked on going to a strip club but that’s where I met my angel. I know that I will never have her the way that I want to but I can look and I can dream that she’s mine. And when I talk to her and hear her voice – I’m in heaven. I just want to smell her scent and look into her dreamy brown eyes.
The first time I saw her she was dancing on the stage to some song I didn’t recognize. She was wearing thigh high boots and a man’s shirt and tie and a bolero hat. When she whipped that hat off and her long dark hair went flying I was a goner. As she did her magic on the pole she looked into my eyes with a smirk on her red lips and I could not have fallen harder for her.
My dark angel teases me. When she gets off the stage she always goes to see every other man in the room before she comes to see me. I sit there patiently and wait for her. It’s so tempting to run up to her and pull her into my arms – but I know I’d get kicked out. So, I don’t. I wait.
And when she comes up to me finally and whispers in my ear, my heart beats a million miles a second. She asks if I want a private dance and all I can do is nod.
I follow her to the private dance area and she begins to dance for me. I pretend that I am her boyfriend. I’m silent because I know if I speak I will start begging her to run away with me or something crazy like that and it might freak her out a bit. I just watch as her hips sway and her body does all these amazing things that only a woman’s body can do. It’s simply inspiring.
I get a couple more lap dances and at least one more private dance before the night is over. I don’t leave until closing or until I know she’s gone home for the night.
I know I am taking a big risk everytime I go there but I need it like I need air. I need this woman’s breath in my face and I need her image to be burnt into my mind. I need to keep my sanity. I need it to keep doing what I do in my daily life and not go crazy.
Sometimes a guy just needs his fantasy and mine is at Rhode Island Dolls in Woonsocket, RI.