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The Hot Spot (Leggs) is closed.

It was one of the first clubs I went to, it was definitely the first club I engaged in extras at, and it was the place where I became, officially a pathetic loser.

And it was all because of two dancers. The first was Heaven. That was her name. There are thousands of strippers named Heaven, but this girl was the kind I like, tall, large breasted, blonde, we'll say athletic as opposed to thick. A trashy blonde bimbo. Totally fucking awesome.

I see in reviews now people talking about young girls with smaller breasts. Heaven was not that. She had to have been five eight or nine without heels, her breasts were large and fake, her face was beautiful, and the first time I saw her . . .

Mambo Number 5 was playing, and she was walking along the floor, singing along with the song, and I couldn't help but watch her. When she went on stage, she was accosted by guys wanting to tip her. They'd hold up dollar bills trying to get her attention, and I'm watching her and that sudden urge of desire hit. It wasn't a "Damn she's hot", it was an "I've got to have her".

I tipped her a $20. Fuck it.

She bent down saw the 20, slid her panties to the side to give me a full view and I slid the $20 into her g string. She came to see me right after her set and we went to the upstairs for a private dance.

Leggs (it was and forever will be Leggs to me. John's Hot Spot was what it was renamed after a little issue with a dead guy and money laundering, it never recovered to it's full glory after that) had an upstairs dance area and a basement dance area where more insidious activities happened.

She sat me down on the red fake leather bench, hopped in my lap, shoved her tongue down my throat and immediately reached for my crotch. I don't know if you'd call her graceful, but Heaven was raw lust. Every dance with her was like that, and every time I went to the club, she was the first person I'd look for, and I'd always tip her a $20 when she was onstage to get past the line of other pathetic losers trying to get a dance. The dances only seemed to get hotter each time I went to the back room with her, and I swear to God she was like an obsession. It didn't matter what I wanted to spend when I went in, once she had me in back, she was going to get every dime I had and then some.

One day I went back and Heaven wasn't there. Another girl we'll call Pam was though. Pam was neither outrageously hot nor blonde. She was a redhead (maybe a 6 or a 7) who remembered me coming in and dancing with Heaven. She let me know Heaven wasn't there anymore, but she took me upstairs. And Pam showed me passion. Her kisses were long and slow, caressing every part of me, and I caressed every part of her. before I knew it, we were writhing together on that couch, her hips bucking into mine and we came together in a sweaty mess.

Pam would text me when she switched clubs, which happened two other times, and I went where she danced, and each time was passion and a sweaty mess. We met outside the club and dated briefly, but it didn't go anywhere.

There were a couple other girls at Leggs I would get dances from, and over the course of years, I had some favorites, but none of them could ever match Heaven's lust or Pam's passion.

That was years ago, and I don't know where either of the girls are now, but if I ever find out they're dancing somewhere, I will hock my car to be the first in line with a $20.