Jada

Dayton, Ohio. It's home to the Flyers, one of The Taj roommates, and one of the grandest strip clubs in all the land - Diamond's. It's pure class from the front door to the back. Tuxedoed bouncers, cute waitresses, 4 stages with mirrors, lasers, and see-through floors, and about 30 of the hottest women on the planet. With names like Candi, Amber, Nikki, Brazil, and Barbie you'd think that this was the white-trash, high school drop out center of Ohio. It probably was, but these weren't your ordinary drop-outs. No, no, these were 12's on a 10 scale. Each one was hotter than the next. It was like the strip club had some play-doh mold that they put these girls into.

One after one the strippers would come out onto the stage, shake their ass a little, grab a dollar from some wrinkly old man, then trot back to the dressing room. The dancing was usually very casual, going to the beat of the music - none of them actually stripped on stage, they would do that off stage and every song come back out with one less piece of clothing. Sure, they were hot girls but none of them really did anything for me.... until Jada. At first this black chick walks out - she was remarkably less hot than some of the other strippers. She had real boobs, but they weren't very big. She had a ghetto booty, which I wasn't super fond of at first, but then she busted out every stripper move she ever learned. She came out, threw off her skanky clothes, and started gyrating her ass like she was trying to jump out of her body. I was speechless. I had only seen this done in really expensive rap music videos. I didn't actually think it was real, but more of a computer-generated effect. Then she proved that not only could she make her ass jiggle 100 times a second, but she could also do a handstand and have dirty sex with the air.

I was amazed. This was the coolest thing I have ever seen. I had to give her money, all of my money, I didn't care. She could take my clothes, my car, anything - I just had to see what else she could do. I grabbed a dollar bill out of my pocket and approached the stage, patiently waiting for her to acknowledge me and my dollar. She strolled over and seductively looked me. I told her I wanted her to do the handstand again. She obliged by flipping over, putting her legs on my shoulders, then thrusting her naked crotch into my face. I tell you, if I had any innocence left before that moment, it was forcefully stricken from me in less than 5 thrusts. This was a defining point in my life - to have this black girls body thrusting at my face while I stood frozen, clenching a dollar bill in my right hand. Holy fucking shit!

She finished up her 30 second show with my head and took my dollar bill. It was incredible, but I had to have more. I waited for half an hour before I saw her sitting down in the corner of the club. Her job is to strip - to take her clothes off and dance for money. I was a customer, and I wanted whatever goods or services she was selling. I ran up and told her that I needed a dance immediately. She looked me up and down, accepted my offer and took me upstairs. She asked what kind of dance, so I told her that I was a poor college student and couldn't afford anything crazy in the Champagne room. What I ended up getting was the most ridiculous couch lapdance for a pitiful sum of $20. I would have paid $120. She did things to my body that ought to be outlawed in this country. She was upside down for most of the dance with her signature crotch thrust move. Legs were up in the air, boobs were all of my penis and my face. She grabbed and rubbed, licked and moaned. If I were a weaker man, it would have been embarrassing. I saw more parts of her body than her OBGYN. It was a strange and fascinating experience, and I am a better person for it.

Still, she left me wanting more... Jada, will you marry me?