Caught with my pants down at Rick’s Cabaret

Posted by Lilith on January 22, 2010

As of late, one of Ash and my favorite strip clubs has been Rick’s Cabaret. We have frequented this club on many occasions and find it to be extremely nice. The girls are fun and sexy, and the club really caters to Las Vegas locals, which is huge to Ash and I.

On one recent visit, I was put in a situation where my pants were down in front of a stripper. Allow me to explain … the situation is actually far better than what you are thinking.

Because we tend to have our “hot spots” that we visit over and over again, many people recognize us and visa versa. Well in this situation, a girl, we’ll call her Melody, who we used to get dances from at Seamless, was working at Rick’s. Melody is super sexy. Long curly brown hair. Beautiful big boobies. And she was always wearing these classy black bra and panty sets to the club. She was always very nice to us and very good to us as well.

We ran into Melody while we were at the bar. We had just arrived to the club and were still waiting for a table. We stood and chatted for a bit and she explained that this particular night was her first night working at Rick’s and she was a little nervous. We chatted for a few minutes, but eventually separated. She went back to work, and Ash and I found a table.

Ash and I were enjoying ourselves. We were relaxing, drinking, getting attention from all our favorite girls – so far, so good. I had totally forgotten about Melody. That was until I had to go to the bathroom.

I excused myself from the table and made my way to the lady’s restroom, which is along the perimeter of the wall that the stage sits on. So the wall looks like this: stairs to the stage, a door into the strippers’ bathroom, the elevator, a door for the patron-lady’s restroom, the ATMs, and then a door to the males’ restroom. The lady’s room is an individual restroom. It’s just one small room that has one toilet, vanity and sink, so sometimes there’s a little line. This night there was a line, and the person in front of me was an extremely drunk Melody. She was trashed. Could hardly stand up. Slurring her words. Trashed.

The door to the lady’s room opened, and it was Melody’s turn. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom with her. I didn’t really react. I just followed this extremely drunk stripper’s lead.

But as soon as the bathroom door was shut and locked, Melody turned around, put her head in her hands and started freaking out saying as fast as possible, “Oh my god, I hope no one saw us. I am so getting fired right now. Did you see someone see us? Did someone see us? You can’t tell anyone about this.”

I, slightly inebriated, was a bit in shock seeing Melody act like this. See what? Nothing is happening. We’re two girls in the bathroom together … oh wait. I see. We’re two girls … in the bathroom together … at a strip club. Probably not the wisest decision.

The room is quiet for a few minutes. I’m still trying to make sense of how this all happened. Next thing I know, Melody is pulls down her panties and sits down on the toilet. Wait … is she … yes she is. She’s peeing. Right here. Right in front of me. I’m trying to return to a normal state of mind, but the situation is just getting weirder and weirder. She stands up. Pulls her panties back up. Turns to me, and just like we were BFFs in the second grade, she says, “Your turn.” And what do I do? Yes that’s right. I walk over to the toilet, pull down my pants, and I pee. The whole time thinking, this is by far the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me in a strip club … and I have had some strange experiences.

After we are both done peeing and washing up, Melody turns to me, cups my cheeks between her hands, looks me square in the face and says, “I’m going to go out first. Wait a couple seconds, and then you can leave.” I nod my head. She giggles, shrugs her shoulders in her strippery flirty way, gives me a peck on the lips, turns and leaves.

I sit in there for a few minutes, as instructed, shaking my head, thinking, “What the fuck just happened?!”

I return to the table, and Ash tells me a look a bit disoriented. I tell him the story and we both start laughing. Never in my wildest dreams would I think A.) I bet a stripper will pee in front of me B.) I think I’ll pee in front of a stripper. This is by far the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me in a strip club. The situation still makes me shake my head and try to make sense of everything.

xoxo Lilith Diana

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