Back to the Yellow Rose

Since I live several miles from Austin, I don't get to the Yellow Rose all that often. My last visit, on a Wednesday afternoon while I was killing time before an appointment, I decided to stop by and it was pretty interesting. No cover charge in the afternoon and you have your choice of sitting in the lower section by stage 2 or up the steps near the main stage in what is labeled VIP. I chose the upper level and was just settling in with a beer when I was approached by a young blonde with the usual "You need some company?" My usual reply is that I "just got here" and needed some time to get situated. Her comeback got my attention. "I hope you're as horny as I am and I'm real horny" she said. "All-righty then." She sat on my lap and started small talk about the girl on stage and how good she was on the pole. I wise cracked, "I bet you're good on the pole, too." Her reply, as she pulled aside the bikini top to reveal those perfectly formed B's, "I see you are as horny as I am." Well, the conversation moved to how much she liked to play with those beauties and how much she liked them played with. One thing led to another and she made the pitch for a few dances. She explained that on the floor the dances are $20 add are great, but you could get 5 dances in one of the curtained-off booths around the perimeter for $125. $100 to the dancer plus $25 to the club for the "privacy." "They are much more personal," she said. Well, I guess she was right about me being horny that afternoon, so why not? Paying the fee and having the curtains drawn around our booth, we waited for the next full song and it began. I won't give you the complete details of the next 15 minutes or so, but I will say I have never had such a complete lap dance or "massage" in any club north of the border. There were additional menu items mentioned, which I declined, and a remark that the other dancers "offer even more." I left with a smile and a promise that "I'll be back" next time I was in Austin.