Rather than be a tease though I would let them know that I could not afford their services and they would duly leave. Every so often a girl would come over and talk to me. Once they realised that I had no money (I purposely left my wallet at home in order to have an excuse not to go to a club) I was more or less left alone. All of which were vying for our attention in the hope that we would part with a minimum of 30 Euros for a few minutes of their time. Before I could say the 4 of us were set up by roughly 20 scantily clad Eastern European women.
The vault strip club free#
With the exception of a group of 4 large, exotic looking, muscled men sitting by the DJ booth there was no one else inside.Įntrance to the venue allowed us 1 free drink each so we headed to the bar. My worst fears were confirmed the instant I stepped into the place. Visiting a strip club just did not seem worth the hassle. Besides, since being ‘of age’ I had almost always been in a relationship with a girl who was the jealous type. It’s just that the thought always seemed a bit too sleazy and desperate for my liking. It’s not that I am a prude or sheltered or anything like that. It wasn’t until I walked past a man wearing a sandwich board that simply read ‘strippers inside’ that I knew I was heading into trouble. Dean was sheepishly heading in behind them too. I had fallen about 20 feet behind them all at this stage.īefore I could really process what was going on C and R were heading into this large building on the corner of a eerily quiet street. I was ignoring their pleas and was texting away in order to avoid being drawn into this debate.
There was even talk of Gentlemen’s Club being nearby and that we should try to locate it.
They were both trying to convince us to head to a bar or club. The prospect of being allowed to stay out late and drink to excess without fear of reprisal was very much a novelty to them and both were determined to make the most of this. R and C were both in relationships at the time (I sat ‘at the time’, R still is and C is in a different one). We agreed to explore the quieter regions of the city, find somewhere decent to eat before getting back to the hotel at a decent hour.Īfter dinner we decided to take a stroll through the town, across the beach and back to our hotel. Also my insides were totally devastated from the effects of a combination of this massive drunken bender and meal after meal of undercooked meat. The reality was one week of binge drinking, monster hangovers, clumsy attempts at seduction, sunburn and awful food.Īfter a couple of days in Portugal I was bright red from sunburn, dangerously over budget from visiting more clubs and bars than I can remember and tired…really tired (coming home at 6am every night will do that to you). The plan was simple: one week of doing nothing bar sitting in the sun, swimming in the sea/pool, catching a tan, eating nice food and enjoying an array of insanely strong/elaborately decorated cocktails. Last Summer, R, C, Dean and I all went for a summer getaway to Portugal.
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