Sometime between the ages of 18 and 22, I went to a big-city strip club for the first time. Like a noob, I sat right up front, in a seat next to the runway part of the stage that extends out into the audience.
Anyway, the featured stripper that night was Busty Russell, and at one point she leaned over and smacked my head from side-to-side with her 2 huge melons. After some smothering, she pulled away, and I raised my arms over my head in celebration. (I'm sure the veteran club-goers were all thinking "Look at that dumbass kid drawing attention to himself.")
Besides getting my first faceful of cleavage (not belonging to someone I was dating), I also remember that she had a band-aid on the side of one of her huge tits. (Maybe scratched by an over-eager customer?)
Yeah, she was probably on the older side, and not all that pretty, but they were boobs, baby. BOOBS!
Come to think of it, I also saw Morganna at another club in the same city, around that same time.
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