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Since I've been helping Dollie with her own stories i've fallen behind here in Closet Cleaning. Also about all I have left are older stories like this 50 year old story. Yes people were the same in the dark ages. Here is a sample.

Here is a story I remembered one night recently when I couldn’t sleep. I need to add stories to steal OCC members from Dollie.

It happened about when we were in our early 20’s, some 50 years ago. Someplace I may have notes and possibly wrote a little about it. This time I am just going by memory so what is written and said are only approximate. But it is a true story and you may enjoy it. If not this is the wrong forum for you.
We used to camp and fish a lot until lately. This was also a time when we were addicted to strip clubs and Dollie joining the girls on stage just to show off. I don’t want to totally reveal the location. Both the RV park and strip club are most likely long gone anyway. But I’ve narrowed it down to what I’ll call south central Illinois. I remember a large lake near and being close enough to I55 to see it from the campground location. I also remember old rt66 and a RR track near where she flashed the train crew a few times.
As many places as we’ve camped, mostly in the Midwest, and as many strip clubs we’ve been too, this was the first time a strip club was close enough to camp to walk. Actually right at the RV park entrance. Much later in life we’d find another a few blocks from the membership RV park we stayed a lot in central Florida. We do know that membership RV park, the strip club, and nearby motel are long gone. There are stories about all three of those places buried in our closet. I’m sure there are many more tittie bars we don’t know about, along with dozens we found a short drive from where we’ve camped.
Some people do nothing at camp except cook wieners and sit around. Along with fishing, flashing, going naked in semi secluded places, attending car and bike events, and finding small biker bars and those little strip clubs, our camping days were always filled with excitement.

Here’s our Strip club camping story………. It was Friday afternoon, mid summer and we most likely were dressed as follows. I’d be wearing my short shorts and a tank top. Dollie wore her very narrow crotched shorts and some sort of low top. This time I’m thinking it was one of those halter tops popular back then. (Halter top. A low cut bra styled top made of blouse like material and no fancy lace)
After getting our RV and other camping equipment set up Dollie wanted to check out the strip club. Yes, she was often to blame for me going inside those nasty tittie bars. She was always curious and I soon discovered most times it gave her an excuse to show off. Also this small club advertised food and we were hungry. If you were alive 50 years ago you’ll remember a real hamburger and a beer cost around $1.00. Why cook?
We knew it was closed. The strip club was probably only a city block or two from our campsite so we walked to just check out the signs and pictures on the walls and windows. From what I remember it wasn’t open and it would be at least an hour before even the kitchen part served food. Musta been around 4PM or so then. I know it was a Friday because that was when our weekend started.
While we were looking at the risqué girlie pictures and reading a menu a couple cars parked at one side of the building. A bald headed older man and a skinny young girl got out of one car and another skinny young girl met them from the other car. My guesses were correct, the owner/cook/waiter and two strippers. Yea, typical cheap tittie bar strippers, built like school girls and not much for tits.
They introduced themselves and invited us inside to wait until they were opened. Nice of them. Dollie and I took a seat at one of those tiny round tables near the stage which had two poles. Even though they were not open they asked us what we’d like to drink and brought each a bottle of beer. After telling them we were camped there and love strip clubs we soon became friends. Dollie or I mentioned she loves playing stripper but don’t know crap about stripping or pole dancing. Next thing I knew Dollie and those two skinny little girls were messing around with those two chrome poles. As you know, strippers make it look so easy. When Dollie squatted, bent, or moved around, her skinny crotch exposed her lips and both titties would roll out of her tiny top. The owner and the girls made no attempt to hide the fact they were staring at Dollie.
Not sure when or why but the two girls removed their street cloths and were now wearing just tiny panties. Someone suggested Dollie also take her top off to be more comfortable. Something I and others tell her many times.
I made the mistake of laughing at Dollie trying to get her leg up high while pole dancing. Next thing I was being dared if I could do it any better. I already knew I couldn’t but for some reason I was now kicking my legs up high….. Well sort of high…. And squatting when one of the girls showed me different moves.
Not bragging, but my penis head was often right near the edge of my short shorts. Doing those things it was more or less dangling freely for all to see. In fact I remember the head touching the floor a time or two when I did those deep knee bends. (Oh how I wished I could do that now.) So now I was the main attraction and loving it.
I have no idea how long this silliness went on but seeing those tiny titties and Dollie’ rounded boobs shaking and jiggling kept my penis erect which was not a good thing while wearing short shorts and acting like a stripper. Next thing I remember is someone saying “cop car pulled up!” The owner told the girls and Dollie to get covered up. The girls ran back stage. I sat down at the table and put my legs together.
In walked Roscoe P. Coltrane, county deputy. Of course he knew everyone except Dollie and I. He looked at Dollie sitting there topless and told her she needed to at least get some pasties on her nipples. The owner handed her a pair.
Dollie’s nipples back then were much smaller than a half dollar and so light colored they barely showed. Also they only stuck out maybe ½”. She always felt badly they weren’t large and long like her older sister and mother. But Dollie made up for it with her nice rounded firm titties. I’d guess she didn’t weigh more than 115# to 120# and was still quite slim. Yet had more meat on her body than those two strippers.
Dollie was nervous with the deputy staring at her and couldn’t get the first pasty to stay on. While the owner tried to stick it on her the deputy grabbed her other tit with one hand and put the pasty on her nipple with the other. For some reason they wouldn’t stay on. We later think she had suntan lotion on her boobs making the pasties not stay. The deputy told her since she’s not going on stage and not getting paid she didn’t have to cover her nipples.

MORE TO CUM. --------------Still playing with poles and showing tits 50 years later.