Guy narrates his Experience At A Strip Club In Lagos.

I didn’t wake up one morning and added Str!p
club to my itinerary for the day. It just
happened.

A friend of mine came by late evening and we
were deciding if we should see a movie or just
stay back and chat when he said, “Let’s go to
a Str!p club!”

I’ve been to a Str!p club only once in my life
and I didn’t spend more than a minute. A
friend dared me to follow him and when we got
there, I was the one begging to leave. Ever
since, I have been curious to know what goes
on within a Nigerian Str!p club.

The one I visited last week Thursday was at
the mainland.

The regular section was kind of rowdy so my
friend took me to the VIP section. Immediately
we got in, I saw only one girl dressed in
skimpy undies, sprawling and grinding the floor
alone. Occasionally, she would climb up and
slide down the pole.

I thought that was all they could offer.
After a few minutes, a crazy looking girl
replaced her.

Then it started to get interesting.
She climbed the pole and started twerking on
it. Every now and then, she slid down like a
palmwine tapper and climbed again as expertly
as a monkey. I gasped when she took off her
G-string and flung it in on the table. I thought
she was wearing another small-letter-g-string
beneath only for me to peep closely to see her
kini in its full gory. She wore a jewellery there
that looked like a tiny bell and each time she
twerked, it looked like it rang from left to right.

I think I embarrassed my friend cos I was the
only one laughing out loud like a village girl.

Meanwhile, it was getting hot beside me.

Another Str!pper was giving an angry looking
man a lap dance stark Unclad. Occasionally, he
would slap her bum and squeeze her br€a$ts
while maintaining a stiff face devoid of
excitement! It was as if he was being punished
or being forced. His facial expression seemed
like he had a bad day at work and he needed
to expunge that anger by constantly slapping
her bum.