Yesterday I drove the 42 miles to my favorite club in the rain. I had been waiting all week for this and was looking foreword to getting fluffer dances from a bunch of the girls and capping off the day by taking one of them to VIP for the climax.
The day started out great. I immediately hooked up with a hottie for 4 smoking dances. Then things went sour. I opened my wallet to pay her and although I did have what I owed her, I realized that I had left $300 at home and now had a choice. Spend a few hours getting table dances or taking one to VIP. I wished that I could have kicked myself in the ass. I have always prided myself on not needing an ATM card. That I always took enough cash.
Well I had to pass on a couple of dances but hooked up with one of my favorites for VIP. 1 Hour and 20 minutes was my shortest visit ever to that club.


I did not know that you lived that far away from Follies