One of the reason’s I love going to RI Dolls is because I get a chance to be anyone I want. I don’t have to be a straight-laced businessman with a wife and three kids at home. I don’t have to be the one that always makes good decisions. Instead, I can put on a new persona and be someone else – even if it is just for the night.
When I was growing up, I wanted to be a cowboy. In Woonsocket, Rhode Island, that sounds kind of silly but I still want to ride a horse and wear leather chaps and brown, worn cowboy boots. I can’t do that at the office, but I can be anyone at RI Dolls, right? It’s all about living out a fantasy.
I can see it now…
I look in the mirror one last time to make sure I look good. I’ve got my new black jeans, a big silver belt buckle, nice cowboy boots, my favorite button-down dress shirt, and my black cowboy hat on. I look pretty good for a cowboy heading out for a night with the ladies at RI Dolls. After a hard day working the ranch, this is the perfect ending.
I hop into my pickup truck and drive over to RI Dolls. When I walk into the strip club, I’m immediately greeted by two sexy strippers. I think they have a special affection for cowboys. One of them just happens to be dressed in a cowgirl outfit! The ladies show me a table and I sit down and order an ice cold beer. The cowgirl girl stays and takes the seat next to me, while the other hottie slinks away. The DJ is playing some rockin’ music, I can smell good food cookin’, and there’s a bunch of hot women walking around. This cowboy couldn’t think of a better place to be.
I ask the beautiful cowgirl Doll sitting next to me for a lap dance, and she obliges. It seems like tonight is my lucky night because I hear a country western tune coming from the speakers. My Doll tips her hat and starts shaking her hips to signal the start of my lap dance.
She looked so cute with her thumbs in the belt loops of her tiny Daisy Duke shorts, swaying her hips from side to side as her feet twisted in the opposite direction. She had long smooth legs, which seemed to melt into her brown leather cowgirl boots. Her brown curly hair fell out of her black cowgirl hat and spilled onto her shoulders. Her pretty little red plaid shirt wasn’t buttoned. It tied up high in the middle to show off her tight stomach and her voluptuous cleavage.
Before I knew it, the knot was undone and the red plaid shirt was on the floor. I kept on watching her perform for me. Next, she unzipped her tiny jean shorts and teased me by pulling them down and then up again a few times. I laughed to control my anticipation. She was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and I was actually starting to feel embarrassed by how much I was staring at her. She finally let her shorts slide down her long legs and gracefully stepped out of them. While still wearing her cowgirl boots, and nothing else, she continued to dance for me.
The cowgirl was amazing. I knew I’d have a few more dances with her before the night was over. Until then, I decided it was time to get another beer. That’s when another Doll caught my eye and I requested another lap dance. But I couldn’t get the cowgirl out of my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I totally enjoyed this dance. This Doll was also beautiful. But I wanted another lap dance from my favorite cowgirl.
I couldn’t find the cowgirl anywhere. I drank another beer while looking for her. Then, another country song started and there she was. As the cowgirl galloped out onto the stage I was so excited. I moved up and took a seat at the edge of the stage and pulled out a few bills to tip my favorite dancer.
Just as I expected, she was amazing. They gave a strip tease that was unlike any I’ve ever seen before. She danced on the pole, swinging around like an acrobat. But my favorite part was when she got down on her knees, spread her legs, and bounced like she was riding a horse. For that move alone, I gave her a huge tip. And for my big tip, I got a little special dance right in front of me.
After a couple more dances with the cowgirl, it was time to head home. In an adorable mid-western accent, she thanked me for a great night. Then she gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I know I was blushing, or I would be if I wasn’t a strong cowboy. Then I walked out into the cool Rhode Island air and headed for my truck. My fantasy always ends by me driving off into the sunset, no matter what time of the night it is.