Topless in Atlantic City

This past summer my best friend and I decided that we deserved a "girls night out". We were down by the Jersey shore and started our night at a local bar which featured some good live bands. After a couple of hours and more then a couple of drinks we got bored and headed to Atlantic City. We took the shore roads to get down there stopping at every place that looked interesting to either one of us. Needless to say by the time we got into the city we were totally wasted. My friend parked (sort of) and we staggered into the nearest casino. After some time and several more free drinks we moved back out to the street and wandered around. My friend saw a "strip bar"and convinced me that we should check it out. Inside there were a lot of drunk rowdy men and on stage was a young girl flashing her stuff. The next thing I know there’s my best friend up on stage dancing around and pulling off her blouse. I tried to get her down but somehow (and to this day I still don't remember how) I ended up there with her. We both stripped and danced together until the manager told us we had to get down, the rest of the night guys were buying us drinks and trying to pick us up. When the bar closed at 4a.m. We decided that since we were down there we should go to the beach so drunk as skunks we crawled over there and fell asleep in the sand. The next thing I remember was waking up and after peeling my eyelids apart I woke my friend up and tried to figure out what we had done, you see we were both still topless and our blouses and bras were nowhere to be seen. We had to go onto the boardwalk holding our arms in front of our breasts until we could buy some tee shirts at a stand (the owner gave them to us as we also had lost our purses). We both swore off drinking that day and stayed sober after that. Until the next weekend but that’s another story.

~Pam