In classic TDY "Frying Pan or Fire" Choices, I jumped in the back of a Sedan in the Parking Lot of a Motel in the Middle of the Desert with 2 Fighter Crew Chiefs.
They were 2 Staff Sergeants, I was Sr Airman (waiting on the SGT star). They both turned around, glared at me and said "you know where we're going?"
I said I didn't care just drive.
They started laughing and burned rubber out of the parking lot ..... and into the Desert, literally driving off road.
After several attempts to bring the Sedan Air Born, we donutted our way onto asphalt and into a dimly lit dirt lot. "We're here". I thought it was a bar.
Inside the very small space there were 3 women in various stages of undress and 2 men. A woman got up and started dancing. I graciously estimate that her Size 22 g-string was custom made, and based on the reinforced blocks at the top and bottom of the pole she had been hefting her girth around that brass for quite a while.
I tried drinking.
Yea no.
The Crew Chiefs boo her off the stage.
A "petite" size 16 jumped up while the brass pole audibly groaned in relief.
I drank another beer.
I had another shot of whiskey.
I reminded myself that this Fire was way better than the Frying Pan I escaped back at the Motel as the Big Girl released her breast.
The waitress/bar tender was an older woman, probably in her 30s (remember I was 21) who wore way too much make up and not enough Spandex.
After the 3rd shot of whiskey I asked where the Real Strippers were?
Is there another Club where they dance?
Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, in the club laughed.
The waitress/bar tender looked at me and said "Oh, your with those Enlisted Boys, this your first time?"
I said yes knowing I was providing the Crew Chiefs with ample ammunition for my Unit to use against me later.
"Yea you Military Girls", she said, "this isn't Hollywood Sweetie".
Leave it to US Air Force 33rd AMU Crew Chiefs ......
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