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STRIP CLUB ENSLAVEMENT

I stopped by one yesterday not expecting much. Sunday night, dog days. Detroit west side. No cover. Almost as many dancers as patrons. A skinny girl in a hip-huggers with parts strategically cut out. Another dancer with an amazing thrusting ass. A woman in a short skirt sitting in the front row, inserting dollars into another dancer's thong. Mixed crowd; very Detroit..black and white dancers and patrons.

I was approached by a shaved-headed woman first who just asked if I was ready for a dance. She left me a choice, and I opted out. The next one didn't. A self-proclaimed "crazy bitch," she sat next to me and immediately grabbed my cock through my pants. She said she wanted to dom me and promised I would cum--if she allowed it. Said her name was "Brat." She also said no end of bizarre things she would do to me, given the chance, including clothespins on my cock. I had no choice but to follow her invitation; I am a curious person. She had thigh-high black leather boots and a black fishnet body covering, which didn't hide what looked like a good set of fake boobs (not too unnatural). Dark braided hair, streaked, pink lips and eyeshadow. Not ugly looking, not gorgeous, but definitely in charge and a freak. The terms: $20 a dance, and an extra $20 if I came.

Fuck the rules of the place, if it had any--this crazy woman didn't respect them. She pinned one of my hands against a wall and bit down my arm. Then she immediately pulled aside her panties and put my hand into her crotch. "If you don't find that clit in 30 seconds, you're done for," she threatened. I found it. Not even halfway through the first song, and I was rubbing her pussy and clit. She chewed the side of my cock through my shorts. She pulled it out the side and licked the tip. She sucked on the balls (through the fabric). She took her mesh outfit, made it a rope, and tied it around my neck, threatening to choke me. She pushed her breasts into me. I played with her nipples, stuck a finger in her mouth; she opened wide and devoured it. She had promised to make me cum. In the second song, she started stroking me, through my pants, and then up and out of my pants, careful to conceal my engorgement with my shirt. We weren't in a private booth, just one of those corner rooms with benches and tables. I saw other dancers doing their work beside me. She told me to warn her when I was going to cum, so she could stop and torture me some more (and get through to another dance, no doubt), but I didn't immediately understand, and I allowed her to go on just a little too long, so I told her to stop and then came anyway. I told her she was good at keeping promises. She said most of the other girls weren't. She said she needed practice domming, and gave me her phone number. I gave her $60 as agreed on and she walked away. She must be a rich woman. I left with a sticky shirt and amazement.

STRIP CLUB SLAVERY

All the dancers at clubs have to pay each night to dance. You already know that, I suspect. I'm only just learning that. So sometimes dancers lose money at work. This is outrageous. Let's form a union or start a movement. Surely with all the intelligence and power on this site we can free our sisters (and some of our SGs) from slavery. As the first dancer told me yesterday, "I have to pay to take my shirt off in here, whereas I could take it off outside for free."
Not to mention all the other crap the dancers have to put up with from customers and bosses.