To be honest the overall talent...

To be honest the overall talent level wasn't great. Ordinarily I might have gone elsewhere but I had limited time so made do with wht was available. Started at the bar chatting for quite a while with two gals who both match the same general description: 30ish, peroxide blonde, augmented tits, reasonably tight little butt. I enjoyed them, but had just arrived and wasn't going to buy the first item I saw so didn't get down to cases with either of them.

Moved to a table by the runway where I was joined in short order by an absolutely off-the-chart black girl with a fantastic figure, long legs, great rack ("they're real, and they are spectacular"), lovely face with nice full lips...one of my fantasies is to do a Lacey Duvall-type and she's as close as I've seen yet. She eased onto my lap, slipped her arms around me, and sat for several songs, letting her hands roam here and there, nuzzling my neck...not much personality but so what, I was about to bust the zipper on my dungarees. She eventually raised the prospect of going upstairs, and I raised the prospect of doing more than dancing, and she sweetly whispered in my ear, "I don't f**k and I don't give blow jobs." Ouch! See-ya.

Next visitor was a liter-skinned black girl, a tad thicker but a firecracker personality. Her opening line was, "Let's go upstairs and play. We won't count songs. I've got a condom and we'll just keep f**king until you c*m." Deal. Got happy for 1 Benjamin.