I went to Amber's on my last business trip to Cleveland, mostly because it was close to the Brookpark hotel my colleagues and I were staying at. I managed to ditch my colleagues on our last night while returning our rental and stopped in the bar. It was snowing, about a half inch on the ground, only one other car in the parking lot, my expectations were low.

I went inside, small bar on my right, simple runway style stage on my left, and a VIP area that was little more than a raised platform with some love seats but no enclosure. No one on the stage, one tall hot blonde with tiny tits (my favorite) sitting at one of the tables by the stage surround by two other guys. I would have loved a dance from her but it looked like she was settled for the night just talking to the two other customers.

Figuring the night was a lost cause, I sat at the bar and ordered a Bacardi 151 thinking I may as well get hammered quickly and go. A second dancer comes out of the back (or front, not sure where) and asks me if I want to pet her pussy. Sort of a Latino skin tone but no accent, a little bit of a muffin top, big but not huge boobs ... not really my type, but what the hell, of course I wanted to pet her pussy. She then produced a key chain dangling a furry little cat. I groaned, this was certainly setting the standard for the evening. She laughed and told me I could pet the real furry kitty if I would order her one of whatever I was drinking (lol, the surprise was on her). She downed the shot in one gulp and nearly fell into my lap. Without saying another word she pulled the waist band of her bikini wide and guided my hand in.

We made some small talk, I bought her a few rounds (not that she needed it), but the entire time she kept her hand stroking my now rock hard cock through my dockers without ever missing a beat.

Thinking I needed to move things along before we got snowed in, I asked her for a dance. She agreed and we took the second love seat on the VIP platform, it seems the tall blonde and one of her companions decided to move things along as well. I look over to the blonde grinding in reverse cowgirl position, the guys jeans are unbuckled and pushed down to his thighs, and from his grunting, groaning, and thrusting it's pretty clear he's getting his money's worth.

My own dance companion didn't go that far but there may have been opportunities if I had pushed a little. As it was, there was plenty of my hands in her bikini and her hands (and sometimes mouth) all over my cock, but always through the thin layer of my dress pants. There was plenty of hints that she was real interested in my hotel room and wanted to leave before the snow piled up ... if I wasn't returning the car and riding back the hotel on a shuttle I might have taken her up on it.

From my research, I'm not sure if my experience was typical of Cleveland area clubs ... my understanding is that extras are more common in Akron. I didn't notice a DJ or bouncer in the club (maybe because of the snow) ... this might have had a lot to do with just how far the dancers were willing to go.

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