The first and only time I ever went to a strip club (about 12 years ago) amongst a bevy of pneumatically enhanced bottle blondes, was this raven-haired goddess. Hands down the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She came up to me in a plain black bikini, she had straight black hair pulled back in two pigtails, bright green eyes and full lips. Her large natural boobs sat high on her porcelin chest (due in no small part to the straining bikini straps) and she tapered in to a thin waist before blossoming out with stunning curvacious hips. She was about average height for a woman, but her knee high leather boots made put her up around my chin height. She smiled warmly and asked me if I wanted a private dance and I was so awestruck that I literally couldn't sputter out any kind of answer. I slowly took a sip of my beer, gained some semblance of composure and told her no thank you. I somewhat regret that decision and I'd seriously think about voiding my moral objection toward those sort of places if could be guaranteed that she would be in there, as she was back then.