The IRC was just what I...

The IRC was just what I was looking for on a long road trip. I got off I-95 because of a rainstorm and tried the Lido first (short visit, I will not return to the Lido, just too boring) when I walked into the IRC (free street parking, no one asked me for a cover inside) the first thing I see is a guy at the bar feeling the exposed tits of two dancers (a critique?). The second sight to catch my eyes is a dancer draped all over a custie trying to tip a dancer on stage. OK, I think, this might be my kinda' place.

A few minutes after I sit at the bar, reasonably priced Coors Lite in hand, a pushy black dancer (no better than a 4) starts putting all kinds of moves on me, including grabbing my package and flashing her crotch. It took me several minutes to convince her that I wasn't interested.

Finally, Miss Grabby did leave and I enjoyed a parade of nice to very good looking dancers who came up and introduced themselves. I noted that is was common for dancers to display tits wherever they were and to snuggle and wiggle with custies at the bar and in chairs.