Battle The Winter Storm By Seeking Shelter At RI Dolls

winter-stormI don’t think anyone would argue that it has been super cold here in New England these past couple of weeks. We’ve been lucky to only have a few light dustings of snow. But you know that any day now a big storm will blanket the ground with more fluffy stuff than we’d like to see. Luckily, I have a plan! Once the flakes start to fall, I’m going to seek shelter at RI Dolls.

My favorite New England gentleman’s club is the best place to stay warm during a big snow storm. I mean, who feels cold when you’re surrounded by so many hot and sexy Dolls? Woonsocket, Rhode Island may feel like the coldest place in the world right now, but stepping through the doors of RI Dolls gentleman’s club will change that in an instant.

When I got to RI Dolls, the snow had just started to fall. The weather guy on Channel 10 said to expect 6-12 inches to cover the ground over night. This nor’easter is also expected to cause some electrical outages across the state. Since RI Dolls has generators, I don’t have to worry about sitting home in the dark and freezing my butt off.

I peeled off my thick coat and warm hat, then slid into a chair at an empty table near the stage. I want to be able to see the action, but not have to be right there in the middle of it. I rubbed my hands together to generate some heat as I decided on my first drink. A nice glass of scotch on the rocks would warm me up from the inside out, so that’s what I ordered first.

As “Pour Some Sugar On Me” started streaming from what seemed like thin air, I suddenly found myself in strip-club mode. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a small wad of cash and flipped through it until I found the big bills. I took out just enough to cover a lap dance and tip, and put the rest of the money back into my pocket. Then I looked around the club to find my first stripper. That’s when I saw her…

A Latin beauty caught my eye from across the room. Her bronze skin was smooth and shiny. Her thick, long hair was as black as the midnight sky. Her plump lips were covered with a shimmer of pink gloss. But it was her legs that really turned me on. They were long and sleek, with the perfect amount of muscle tone. I knew right away that this exotic dancer would keep me nice and warm tonight.

I continued to look at the Latin bombshell until she noticed me. I waved to her so she knew I was interested. A couple of minutes later, she was sitting on my lap chatting away. She smelled like green apples. We talked about the storm ravishing the land around us. Then I asked for a dance.

I don’t even know the song playing in the club at that moment, and it doesn’t matter anyway. My full attention is on the stripper taking her clothes off in front of me. First, she slipped one strap of her gown down over her silky shoulder. Then she reached across her voluptuous chest and pushed the other shoulder strap down. With a sexy little shimmy, the dancer’s gown spilled down her body and landed in a pile around her red stilettos. She stepped out of the dress, spread my knees apart to make room for her to stand, and then began gyrating her hips.

Since I planned to be at the club for a while, I decided I’d pace myself. So when that dance was over, I went back to my table and ordered another scotch. But, it wasn’t long before I saw another Doll who I HAD to get a dance with. She was an exotic goddess. Her long and wavy brown hair tumbled down her back like a silky waterfall. Her tan skin was flawless. The lights flickered as the weight of the snow took it’s toll on the power lines outside. That was the only sign of the big storm wreaking havoc outside the club. At the same time, my heart skipped a beat because of this stripper’s beauty. If I could have any girl in the club, this was the one I’d choose.

The exotic goddess has a dance move where she stands on the balls of her feet and does a variation of “The Twist” where she points her toes in toward each other, and then out to the sides. At the same time, she’s spreading her knees open, and then closes them again. In that small instant that her toes are pointed out to the sides and her knees are open, I saw a glimmer of paradise.

Before I know it, I hear that the roads are clear and I decide it’s time to make the trek home. I give my favorite exotic stripper one last tip for showing me such a good time, and then I bundle up in my thick winter coat and hat and head home.