I try to come by every...
I try to come by every time I'm in the Springs. It's a pretty decent club. There are a lot of unfortunate dancers here, though. And they are the ones who try to latch on and won't let go. No different on this evening. I came in about 5:30, paid my $10 day cover and before I even turned around this middle aged Asian 'accidentally' bumps into me. She has enough perfume on to choke a horse, and she is not my speed...at all. I try to politely blow her off, but she won't go away, so I just turn and head for the restroom (I really did have to pee, but I would have gone regardless). She yells after me, as if I have insulted her feminine sensibilities, asking me where I'm going. I simply state, without turning, that I'm headed to the restroom. Hopeful that this will be enough to rid me of her, I quickly step into the head. Then I suddenly feared she might follow me in! Thankfully, not so much.
So, after this, I come back out, hoping she's not standing next to the broken ATM (she's not), and make my way to the stage. There is an oddly shaped, but very busty (all-natural, at least DD's maybe even FF's) girl doing her thing on stage. She's tallish, built very thin, but with a gut. Sort of an odd combination, but she's pretty enough, no butter face, and the boobs are truly spectacular, so I toss a couple bucks on stage and get some reasonably good peeks at the goods below the belt before her set is done (at this time of day, the girls are doing two-song sets on the main stage, nothing else going on). As she thanks me, she asks if I want to move back to a chair away from the rail to chat, and I figure she is, so far, the best thing in the joint, so maybe I ought to get while the gettin' is average. I agree, and we go and sit down. She is from Michigan..blah blah blah...out for school...blah blah blah...pretty standard stripper story. I politely listen and wait for the inevitable ask. We head to the VIP space in back, and do a few songs together. She's pretty decent. Allows completely unfettered access to the girls, which is really her greatest asset anyway. Any wandering below the belt is met with, "Careful of the cameras" which does its job and kills the mood instantly. She has no stick shifting capabilities, and pretty much just goes into auto-pilot the whole time. Not bad, but I'm still thinking this may be my best bet. Finish up a set of 4-5 songs at $40 a pop (it's an expensive place, but I'm prepared for the sticker prices, so no big shock there). I tip her a bit extra for being well-groomed and lacking in BO, and I head back to the floor.
And, Asian fossil is there...waiting...and not super happy with me. I'm questioned like she had made some sort of deal with me earlier and then I reneg'd. I finally just tell her to leave me alone. Which requires three tries to get her to finally go away. Now I'm really hopeful she won't return.
Meanwhile, a new girl has been called up to the stage. Sky. O...M...F...G. Tall, ginger, pixie haircut, thin, fit...what the f*ck is she doing working here?! I immediately jump to the rail to tip her. I throw a $20 out to see if it will get me a drive-by, but it turns out she has a regular in the club. I am COMPLETELY SOL. This girl could dance in Vegas. Hell, she could be a model. /SIGH Just not to be. So, I take my consolation booby prize back for a couple more songs, figuring this is how the evening will end. Once we do 3 more songs, I'm feeling like this is going to be a bit of a bust of an evening, so I go back to the floor to sit and have a $5 Red Bull. Down plops Sadie. Drunk as a skunk and very pissed that a group of guys threw a dollar wrapped around a quarter at her on stage, hitting her in the face. Not sure if that actually happened, but if it did...seriously guys? What a douche move. So she calms down a bit, starts to provide a 'handshake' and I'm thinking things might be looking up. She's got a nice body. Total tomboy. Decent face. Alright. I'll give it a whirl. As we start back, she's called on stage. I need to hit the ATM anyway, so I go and pull some cash while she's dancing. I come to the rail to give her a couple singles to let her know I'm still up for it. And when she's done, away we go.
First song, full on p*ssy in my face. Not close enough to see, close enough to taste. She rubs against my face, and the stubble scratches my nose. Gentlemen, I believe we have a winner. Who am I to argue. This is proceeded by 3 songs of grinding and FIV, and dry humping that really makes me wish I'd saved my cash earlier. I get the sense that FS was completely available, possbily ITC, but definitely OTC. Too bad I've tapped my allowance for the evening. Oh well, worth the time in any case.
Now, if I could just get there when Sky's regular wasn't makin' it rain on her.