Dropped into this hole-in-the-wall joint that...

Dropped into this hole-in-the-wall joint that is literally in an alley designed to be a little - very little - like Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Narrow storefront; you walk down a long walkway to a stage surrounded by tacky tables & chairs. You can buy beer across the street. I was immediately accosted by a fugly whose name I didn't want to know. One decent blonde with cheap bolt-ons, a scary Goth type, a brunette with big falsies and cigarette breath - and then out of nowhere the cutest little black girlie I've seen in a long time. Tight bod, curly hair, sweet smile, very handsy & cuddly. We went back for a dance that literally monitored by a goon that kept calling out "hands at your sides," which was stupid because I was pretty much finger-banging her out on the floor with no static. She asked what the clubs were like where I came from, and I told her that back home we would be f**king by that point unless she had already finished me with a bbbj. She found that impossible to believe, which made it impossible for me to go for the $175-for-15-minute private dance she offered. Sweet girl, trashy club.