Chelsea Charms

[morosofist]

Guys, I have some good news and some bad news. Which do you wanna hear first?

The bad news is that I didn't get to see Chelsea perform. It's real bummer, too. I made sure to call their office, and ask about the times she was performing. I was told 11PM and 2AM, there was also a 10$ cover charge.

I left my house at 10PM, and drove the 8.5 miles to the club. It was raining cats and dogs by the time I pulled up, so I waited maybe 10 minutes before going in. When I get to the counter, there was a 15$ cover charge, and I was told that Chelsea's first show just ended a few minutes prior.

So, not only did she perform at 10PM, instead of the original quoted 11PM, but she was dancing, while I was in the freaking car. Her next show would be at 1AM (instead of the original 2AM), the girl at the counter told me. While I am perturbed, I decide that maybe I can salvage this and just enjoy myself. Heck, it's St. Patty's Day, and there are beautiful women galore! I just can't help but wonder why I was given false information.

Anyway, I get a table, and order a bottle of water for 10$, ugh. The pricing is worse than football stadium food. I'm just sitting there, for about 30 minutes, and I catch something out the corner of my eye...

I don't know how I missed her! I guess my eyes were glued to the stage or something. But, Chelsea walks out, in this black bathrobe like outfit. And let me tell you, those beautiful boobs stick out! Even though she wasn't exposing any cleavage, she couldn't hide those things.

So, I panic for a split second. It's like being start struck, you know? I wonder, what should I do? I thought about snapping a picture with my cell phone. But, I didn't know what kind of trouble I'd be asking for, I thought better of it. Even better, I'll go talk to her.

She was at the bar, waiting on her drink, some soda. I approach her from behind and explain that I'm a huuuuge fan, and I came 'all the way' to see her. "Awww that's very sweet, thank you". I lamented to her that I was disappointed I missed her first show. "Aww, I'm sorry." So, I asked, when will your next show be? "I don't know, they haven't told me anything." Well, that's too bad, I said. I'm really eager to see you perform. I will try to wait around for the second show. I saw a little smile on her face.

To put this into perspective: When I pulled up, it was raining, and the parking lot was kind of empty. For a moment, I wondered if I was in the right place. I mean, Chelsea has to pull crowds bigger than this. When I went in, the place was damn near dead. If I just missed her show, I would have at least expected to see patrons filing out. But no. When she walked across the room, to the bar to order her drink. The woman WITH THE WORLD'S LARGEST BREASTS, IN A GENTLEMAN'S CLUB was all but invisible. I personally wonder if I was one of a few people that personally expressed interest in her performances. (Maybe I'm reading too much into this)

Anyway, she looked genuinely happy to see a fan, who tried his best to not act like a total goof ball, express sincere appreciation for what she does. But, even if I missed her show, and was able to make her smile for just a moment, it seemed like the trip was worth it to me. As I get ready to go back to my table, I thank her again for coming out, and extend my hand. What happened next surprised me. She takes my hand and draws me in for an unexpected hug. Not like a regular hug, because I'm not tall guy, and you know, world's biggest boobs. But was this an awkward lean-in kinda hug, with the world's biggest boobs pushing up against you. For a second or two, I was in freaking heaven!

Anyway, I go back to my table. She eventually gets her drink, and walks past me, back to her super secret back room. As she walks past, she makes a point to smile at me.

I wait another hour or so, taking in the shows, and refusing dances from other girls. Meanwhile, the dork in the DJ booth keeps assuring us that later in the night, Chelsea would come to make her final appearance. But my time was up. I had to go. At the end of the night, I spent around 25$ for entry and a bottle of water. I had intended to spend a few hundred dollars that night. But I didn't even get to spend on a personal dance, or 3. I had to leave.

All in all, I'd give the experience a 7/10. I got to meet another big busty woman, so another line has been crossed off my bucket list. It's just too bad I didn't get to see her dance.

Awesome story, still amazes me though that a person like who we would be "starstruck" by, can walk around getting relatively little attention except for
some surprized stares.

Btw sorry to reply to a post this old but I just happened to read it today and thought to send a reply heheh