March Madness!

March Madness is in full effect. While most guys were at home or at a bar watching the NCAA tournament on Saturday, I was at strip club, where I watched my own March Madness. The real March Madness includes buzzer beaters and overtime games. My March Madness included big boobs and overtime lap dances. It was a Saturday to remember. The day started out with me and my perverted friend meeting up and going to the Sex Museum. We had a great time there the last time we went. This time was even better. They renovated the whole museum. As soon as we came in, we had to walk through the museum store to get to the ticket admissions desk to purchase our tickets. Once we were inside the museum, we saw Exhibits on condoms, fetishists, sex toys, and porn films. We even saw some hot female visitors there. I kept staring at this hot brunette with brown boots throughout my journey around the museum. She kept reappearing at almost every exhibit I was near. I wanted to say something to her, but I felt very awkward with all these other perverts around. Anyway, after almost two hours of touring the museum, me and my friend decided to leave and head over to Rick's Cabaret, which was just several blocks away and allows free entry before 7 pm.

Rick's Cabaret is supposedly the biggest strip club (in size) in NYC. Me and my friend decided to betray our favorite strip club, Flashdancers, for this one time and see what Rick's Cabaret is all about. The time we spent at Rick's was fun, relaxing, and worthwhile. Compared to Flashdancers, the strippers and the lap dances aren't anything to brag about. But I must say, the exotic dancers didn't hassle me for lap dances and I had the chance to have a lengthy conversation with some of the girls. The club wasn't crowded, probably because we arrived early. And it's a nice big place to sit back and watch TV or the girls dancing around the pole on one of the three stages. The hottest girl there was this fine Hispanic chick who gave me a lap dance just before I left. She was also one of the girls who gave my friend a double lap dance. The craziest girl there was this blonde chick who was really into my penis. I got a few lap dances from her, and she was touching my penis through my pants like it was a Genie in a bottle; trying to make it come out. She kind of looked like an exotic Avril Lavigne. If I had more money, I would've took her offer to go to the VIP room. Maybe next time. The nicest girl there was this black stripper who I recognized from Flashdancers. I guess she left FD because they were treating her bad. She seems like a shy, intelligent girl. I appreciated the fact that she spent some time at our table talking to us. Also, there was this other stripper who looked like R&B singer Mya. She was the sweetest (no pun intended) dancer there. She told me I had a nice smile. I wanted to tell her she had nice tits. But I didn't. Overall, I had a good experience at Rick's Cabaret. I think I'll go back there very soon. But not before I go back to Flashdancers.

After Rick's, me and my horny friend were really hungry after seeing all those breasts and buttocks. We wanted to get our mouths and hands on some meat. And what better place for eating and looking at meat than Hooters. Hooters has been around forever. I've always wanted to go there ever since I was in Kindergarten. Twenty years later, I finally got my chance. As soon as we stepped into Hooters, there were young hot waitresses in white tank tops and short orange runner shorts everywhere. For a minute there, I thought I was back at Rick's Cabaret. It was until I saw all the chicken wings, that's when I realized I was in the legendary Hooters restaurant. The waitress for our table, her name was Becca, was very pretty. She told us she's from Philadelphia and roots for the Phillies. She seemed so energetic, vibrant, and into me. I caught her a couple of times eyeing me from a distance and then looking her away. I was more into her than the spicy boneless chicken I ordered. My friend kept talking about this other Hooters girl who was running around the place. Every time she ran down the stairs, her hair blew in the hair like Wonder Woman. Amazing! I wish I could've got Becca's number before I left, but my upset stomach from that spicy chicken and House margarita prevented me from doing so. All I could do was wave goodbye to her and hurry home to take a dump. It was definitely a Saturday to remember. Me and my friend proved once again that we are perverts for life, at least I am. Until next time....................................................