A stripper gave a friend (well, friend of a friend -- definitely not mine) her number at a bachelor's party, and he ended up calling her after we went back to the hotel suite. I don't know if anything happened, but not only was she still there the next morning, but she decided to hang out with us on our last day of vacation.
She was with us at the pool; she was with us when we went golfing; and finally when we got dinner at a Japanese restaurant. Some middle-aged guys were at another table checking her out, and I jokingly bargained with them to take her anywhere, but she drank too much and they realized it was more trouble than it was worth. The bachelor was pissed the whole day since he's the more straight-arrow of the group, and got in a shouting match with the best man outside the restaurant (not the guy who called the stripper, though). Afterward, I finally just told her she needed to get the fuck out and called her a cab. Last we saw of her.
The friend of a friend was too chicken-shit to kick her to the curb since he's not exactly great with the ladies and probably enjoyed the attention, and everyone else felt sorry for her. I bet she did that all the time because she probably had no one in her life. She clearly had issues.
Not to generalize, but strippers are strippers for a reason. I've only been a handful of times for bachelor parties (strip clubs are the worst), but I've only met one well-adjusted stripper who looked like she didn't belong there (I totally believed her too when she said she was paying her way through college).
I don't think it will be as cool as you think it might be. Also, AIDS and possibly giant, burly, jealous ex-boyfriend who will kill you.
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