Fake boobs out….Stretch marks in.

Real women, real lighting, real conversations. Who says money can’t buy love (for the less blessed individual) ?

During a recent Facebook conversation about strip clubs and post baby bellies (don’t ask what these two topics have in common) an amazing idea popped into my brilliant brain which has the potential to change the world of the less perfect and more ugly forever. My fabulous idea is to create an adult entertainment establishment that will employ only the most common of the female species that have not been blessed with the perfect body or face. Not only will jobs be created for the “less fortunate”, self esteem will also be created while these lovely ladies are dancing for dollars.

We need some kind of reality based adult entertainment in today’s world, right? Let’s face it, most of the guys that frequent strip clubs aren’t the cream of the crop when it comes to the “looks department.” Most of the patrons are short and fat displaying early signs of male pattern baldness.

These desperate, less than handsome men wind up shoving hundreds of dollars down some ungrateful hot girls panties who will then in turn probably go and blow it all on her cocaine habit. All that money being thrown down the tubes. It’s a shame. Now if they were handing their singles over to a “real deal” woman that hard earned cash could be going to the strippers missing tooth fund or maybe a trip to the doctor to get those varicose spider veins removed. The possibilities of how to spend their dancing dollars are endless.
After sitting at the drawing board and consulting with myself I have decided that this plan must be put into effect for all women out there that are far too ugly but have that crazy wild side hidden deep down in a place I like to call “their inner slut.”
My new business venture is….drum role please………

You get REAL women with REAL bodies and REAL personalities. A little sag in the boob, some cottage cheese on the ass maybe some toenail fungus or some bruising from anemia. These will be the hired dancers. No dim lighting to throw your eyesight off either. What you see is what you get.

Not only will the dancer’s self confidence boost from strutting her stuff on stage, the men supporting the  age old sport of stripping will actually have a shot to hook up with the girls. These pole dancing vixens are every day real deal females not to mention they probably have cob webs down there from not being able to play the field due to their bland appearance and will settle for less. Would you want to go to a casino and gamble knowing that there was absolutely no chance that you would ever hit the jackpot? Why give money to women that wouldn’t touch you with a 10 ft pole?  With my “What you see is what you get” policy there will never be any “surprises” due to a ray of sunlight making  a surprise cameo from the crack of the entrance door  shining on a bad patch of cellulite on one of the dancer’s asses. Au Naturale baby.

These men want a woman that they can picture cooking them Sunday dinner and you’re sure as hell ain’t gonna get that from 5′10 Bunny who has “FFF” implants doing bumps in the bathroom stall before her act.

If these desperate and perverted men are going to hand over their monthly car payments in exchange for a lap dance and some dry humping why not open up the doors to a possible hook up?

So raise your Rolling Rocks and wipe the dirt off your specs because yes, those are tire track  stretch marks on Merecede’s belly but the chances of her looking at you with your receding hairline and chubby love handles are way better than you would have at SCORES.

Please Note: If anyone reading this is interested in possibly funding this amazing business venture please contact me via the comment section below. Thank You