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So Kasha's co-worker's sister had one extra ticket to see Chippendales yesterday down at the Muckleshoot casino in Auburn. I was so there.
I had to take the 540 to Kirkland to meet Kasha, and the bus driver told me the wrong stop to get off, so it was almost fifteen minutes wandering around Kirkland while on the phone with Kasha before I found their office. And then we had to drive down to Auburn, which is the backside of nowhere, through traffic. Ick. We missed the first song/dance thing of the show, and were treated to immediate manskin when we got in.
And then, when the first show of the night was over? We went back and saw the second one!
Hee. This time we got to see the very first number - very sexy little show of a business man, all suited and suspendered up, coming home and masturbating. Lovely. (And Kasha found the song!) Best part of the... well, and then there was the opportunity to get up on stage, and this time I planned for it - we had seats up front and to the side - I was right on the aisle, and they were looking for loud. So I trilled and hollered and yipped (because simply screaming is so passe, right?) and got my little fanny planted in the very first seat.
I laughed my ass off the first time they did the little doctor sketch, and I laughed again when the very first thing they did was twirl their stethoscopes and whack me on the head. He apologized, and then felt me up. Oh, that was fun. The three of us up there had to sit on our hands, but we got pawed and humped and smiled at in front of the audience. It's funny - looking back, I wasn't nervous at all, and usually getting up in front of some hundreds of people would have my stomach twisting in knots. Thing is - they could see me, but none of them were watching me. And I didn't have to do anything, just sit and smile and laugh. (Oh, and drool over the copious manskin draped over me.)
I did do a little research while I was up there. (Shut up - my brain kicks in at the weirdest times.) There are a couple of points in the show where the dancers rip everything off, and you can see the goods dangling and bouncing between their legs, even from behind. Well, I got an up close look at them from onstage, and I hate to say it ladies, but I didn't get an eyeful. They had these little flesh-colored bags elastic-ed over their cock and balls. That's ok, I'm firmly of the opinion that the penis is the most silly organ on the human body. Fun, but tres silly.
Other highlights - I'd stashed a dollar bill under my bra strap at the shoulder, so I could clap and holler, and one of the dancers came up during their little cash-raking crowd surfing bit, and wrapped his arm around my neck, grabbed my left braid and pulled my head to the side to take the dollar with his teeth. Humina.
We passed on the pictures (I already have a little Misha-with-a-stripper souvenir picture - don't need more blackmail evidence) and skedaddled home. Even without the evil traffic, it seemed to take longer because we were so tired.
I had to take the 540 to Kirkland to meet Kasha, and the bus driver told me the wrong stop to get off, so it was almost fifteen minutes wandering around Kirkland while on the phone with Kasha before I found their office. And then we had to drive down to Auburn, which is the backside of nowhere, through traffic. Ick. We missed the first song/dance thing of the show, and were treated to immediate manskin when we got in.
And then, when the first show of the night was over? We went back and saw the second one!
Hee. This time we got to see the very first number - very sexy little show of a business man, all suited and suspendered up, coming home and masturbating. Lovely. (And Kasha found the song!) Best part of the... well, and then there was the opportunity to get up on stage, and this time I planned for it - we had seats up front and to the side - I was right on the aisle, and they were looking for loud. So I trilled and hollered and yipped (because simply screaming is so passe, right?) and got my little fanny planted in the very first seat.
I laughed my ass off the first time they did the little doctor sketch, and I laughed again when the very first thing they did was twirl their stethoscopes and whack me on the head. He apologized, and then felt me up. Oh, that was fun. The three of us up there had to sit on our hands, but we got pawed and humped and smiled at in front of the audience. It's funny - looking back, I wasn't nervous at all, and usually getting up in front of some hundreds of people would have my stomach twisting in knots. Thing is - they could see me, but none of them were watching me. And I didn't have to do anything, just sit and smile and laugh. (Oh, and drool over the copious manskin draped over me.)
I did do a little research while I was up there. (Shut up - my brain kicks in at the weirdest times.) There are a couple of points in the show where the dancers rip everything off, and you can see the goods dangling and bouncing between their legs, even from behind. Well, I got an up close look at them from onstage, and I hate to say it ladies, but I didn't get an eyeful. They had these little flesh-colored bags elastic-ed over their cock and balls. That's ok, I'm firmly of the opinion that the penis is the most silly organ on the human body. Fun, but tres silly.
Other highlights - I'd stashed a dollar bill under my bra strap at the shoulder, so I could clap and holler, and one of the dancers came up during their little cash-raking crowd surfing bit, and wrapped his arm around my neck, grabbed my left braid and pulled my head to the side to take the dollar with his teeth. Humina.
We passed on the pictures (I already have a little Misha-with-a-stripper souvenir picture - don't need more blackmail evidence) and skedaddled home. Even without the evil traffic, it seemed to take longer because we were so tired.
