Went to the club a few weeks back. There were a lot of cute dancers working, which I loved. Topless girls galore. I spent a lot of the time fixated on a cute waitress, however. She had a low cut top on that was really showing off the cleavage. I found myself dying to see the one pair of breasts in the whole club that was covered up.
There's something weird about the male mind. There's topless girls all around, and most intrigued by the one girl who is not topless.


There is a VERY old concept at work here - Called leaving something to the imagination. Works really well in many situations.