From August 2014:
So I didn't go back to Angels in the end, but instead I've been somewhere even better: Platinum Lace in London. Had to wait ages for the opportunity (got to work around a family who a really judgmental of, well, basically anything that celebrates hot girls), hence going on a Sunday night when a Saturday would definitely have a better atmosphere.
Anyway, got to the club about 1am and headed down the stairs to the bar. It's a stylish club, not seedy or dirty or whatever. Immediately I was in heaven - loads of girls standing around in the skimpiest outfits and chatting with guys. Went to the bar, got a beer and straight away two girls start talking to me. As you know, I'm a bit of a novice when it comes to strip clubs - not been to many - so I maybe looked like an easy target. And I was. In 5 minutes they had me forking out for a dance from both of them. But obviously I'd checked out their tits before agreeing to that and could tell at least one of them was fake.
We go into the booth, they start dancing and getting their tits out and - jackpot - BOTH girls have fakes. One girl was 22, the other 23. The 22 yo didn't speak English and just stood there, but her tits were brand new so I just kept on checking them out. The 23 yo danced for me and put on an ok show. She let me smack her ass (a personal favourite thing to do for me, lol), so I went for it and smacked it properly hard! She was surprised but then found it really funny and insisted she had to smack my ass back, so there I was bent over (NOT with a bare ass, btw) getting spanked by two blonde fake tits strippers! So funny.
But those girls were charging a lot and the dance was mediocre, so I left it there. Got a second beer, sat and enjoyed watching a girl dancing on the pole when this absolute goddess walks towards me. She's wearing a strappy little black lingerie set, has dyed blonde hair and a perfect even tan. She bends down, putting her big, firm-looking tits right in my face and offers me a dance. I'm about to spend double my budget for the night on this girl, but she looks worth every penny. So I get the cash out and we go to a booth. She gets her bra off straight away and, as i'd guessed, her tits don't change shape AT ALL from how they looked in the bra. I can't help myself telling her how awesome those tits are and she straddles me to get them right in my face. I'm sitting there, motorboating this gorgeous girl's firm, fake titties and realise "this is the first time I've properly felt fake tits!". And I loved it. They felt supple and soft, but also firm. Like you could really enjoy her rack, but it would also always stay looking perfect. Which is what they were - perfect. I'd say they were similar to Lucy Summers' tits, if that helps you visualize it.
Anyway, she seems to be enjoying the compliments and the girls there also liked the fact that I'm young and fairly good looking (if I say so myself, lol), especially compared to some of the, shall we say, larger men there. So we're having a great time with her rubbing those tits in my face, grinding on my dick and even rubbing her face on my dick (through the jeans, obviously). I've said it before, but the whole time I was in the strip club (and especially while getting that second dance) I felt so much more like I was being myself than any other time. In the rest of my life, I have to pretend I'm the predictable product of a middle-class affluent, academic background. In the strip club, I can enjoy watching the girls, I can talk to them about their bodies and their enhancements, I can pay to get whatever I want. I love the feeling, the atmosphere, the dynamic between me and the girls (at least some of them anyway) and I hate the judgmental nature of people like my own family who think these girls are somehow pathetic, desperate, wasted humans when I see them as the prime example of what a girl can achieve.
So towards the end of the dance the girl (kayla) is grinding on me while giving me a nice view of her tits and we're just talking about her boobs. She said she got them done 5 years ago, but they're still really firm. I tell her they're the best I've seen in the club and that I way prefer fake tits over naturals. She says a lot of guys seem to and I suggest it's because naturals are sagging and disgusting. She agrees, saying you can never get naturals in the perfect shape but with fake tits you can - and I point out that her's are a perfect example.
After that I finished my beer while watching a couple of other girls working the pole and then headed out to get back home. I'd just had what is undoubtedly the best experience of my life so far and I couldn't stop smiling about it all the way home. Those red-carpeted stairs leading down to the club are like a staircase to heaven (even if they're going down) in my head. Definitely heading back there and definitely getting more from the gorgeous Kayla as soon as I can