My story is a bit shorter than everyone else, but I like telling it just the same. Once me and a buddy of mine went a really quite nice strip club in southern Florida, and began drinking and chilling near the center stage. We just gotten off a doozy of a job, had a nice wad of cash, and said, "What the hell?" After a little bit, a couple of the ladies come along and ask us if we'd like a couple of table/lap dances. See above quote. So my pal picks his girl, I pick my dark-haired lovely, and she proceeds to do her thing on my leg.
Here's where those of you who may be squimish should stop reading and move on to another post...
Anyways, she's gyrating her crotch on my leg, and then suddenly stops and looks back at me with a look of absolute horror on her face. She jump up off me and moves around to my side and attempts to speak in my ear. At first I can't hear her over the music, so she repeats her message. I caught it that time : "I'm so sorry, but I JUST got my period and I'm pretty sure I've bled on you." Needless to say, I was a bit aghast. We (me and my bleeding stripper) head over to the bar and get a napkin. I press it against my pants leg, and, sure enough, blood. She tells me to wait a moment, and runs off.
By this time, my friend's dance is over and he comes over to find out what's up. Shortly after I explain things to him, my girl returns with a gentleman in a sharp, shiny suit. He introduces himself as the owner and manager of the club and begins to apologize profusely. Before I can say a word, my friend starts to yell at the guy, and then I follow that up with some good cop. By the time we were finished with the guy, we had free drinks the rest of the night, and we each had our own personal stripper! Amazing what you can get out of guys like that when you mention the word "lawsuit" really loudly. That was such a great night, I can't remember how it ended.
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