After A Hard Day Of Yard Work Relax At Rhode Island Dolls
I’ve been up from what seems like the crack of dawn cleaning my yard. I’m exhausted, but I have to finish weed-whacking the edges of the lawn before I can call it a day. While I love the warm weather, I hate all the yard work. It takes me several weekends to get everything ready for summer. I decided to let my mind wander to help me get through this last task before I call it a day.
Like most guys, when my mind wanders I often think about women. Sexy women. Then I started thinking about strippers. Then my mind went to the hottest strippers around—the dancers at Rhode Island Dolls. This is my favorite strip club in Woonsocket, Rhode Island. In fact, it’s my favorite strip club in all of New England. They have the best looking girls, the nicest waitresses, and awesome food and drinks. Every time I go to this club, it’s nice and clean and I always have a great time.
My fantasy went something like this:
I walk into the club and everyone turns to watch me as I glide across the floor as any sharp-dressed man would do. A sexy Doll runs over to me and links her arm with mine. She tells me she’s been saving the best seat in the house for me. You see, in my fantasies I am someone important. I’m someone everyone at RI Dolls respects. Everyone calls me Mr. Banks, because I spend money like I own a bank.
As I’m escorted to my special table, two more Dolls rush to greet me. Since they are all so beautiful, I have a hard time choosing which stripper to get my first dance with. I decide that I don’t need to limit myself to one girl, and instead have three girls perform for me. I paid for three brown-haired beauties to show me their stuff. While I was the main focus of the dance, they also gave each other attention. I had no problem if they wanted to kiss each other in front of me. I don’t mind watching.
These strippers really turned me on, so I decided to buy a few bottles of the best champagne RI Dolls has behind the bar and took the girls into the VIP room. I also ordered some appetizers since I knew we’d be hungry with all the fun we’re having. What’s really cool about being in the VIP room is that the girls sometimes walk around topless, as I learned while I watched my three new stripper-friends take their tops off and sit next to me on the soft velvet couch.
It didn’t take long for word to spread about how much fun we were having in the VIP room, and before I knew it, I had 5 more dancers in the room with us. I think it’s about time for another lap dance, so I hand a sexy redhead a wad of cash. She looked at it quickly before wrapping it around the fire-engine red garter hugging her smooth thigh. She didn’t even wait for a new song to start before she started her dance.
She was so beautiful, with a flat stomach and tight thighs. Her long red hair cascaded to her shoulders and down her back into a point that ended right above her round ass. It was like an arrow pointing to her best body part. When she danced, her body moved and swayed to the beat unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. She knew exactly how to turn me on. My favorite part of this dance was when she flipped her hair over and her silky tresses touched the side of my face. Her hair smelled like coconut. It reminded me of a sunny day at the beach, surrounded by hot girls in bikinis.
The redhead continued through a second song, and then a blonde came and joined her. Two is always better than one. She teased me as she slowly took off one piece of clothing at a time. When the zipper on her skirt stuck, a third Doll came to her rescue. This girl had dark blonde hair and a curvy body. Since she was now standing in front of me with the other dancers, she decided to join in. Now I had three girls dancing for me. I can’t even put into words how awesome it was. I had a girl on my left, a girl on my right, and a girl in front of me. They were all naked, and they were all getting me hot and bothered. After all three girls rubbed against me and teased me with their bodies, I couldn’t take it any more. I was about to end the dance early, when all of a sudden the song in my mind was replaced with an ear-piercing screech. I was jolted back to reality when my weed-whacker was stuck in the fence.
I was able to get the machine free and decided enough was enough. I went inside my house and poured a cold drink. I think that fantasy made me hotter than the all the yard work I did put together. Now, if I could only get to RI Dolls ASAP and make this fantasy come true!