The Ultimate Strip Club Cliche. Too...

The Ultimate Strip Club Cliche. Too dark, bad music played too loud, couple of drunk guys at the rack wolf whistling and woohooing, a skinny no butt dancer who perhaps should have retired a few years ago, barely moving in a lame attempt to be "sensuous" but never took off her clothes. Next up the classic big fake titty bleach blonde who spins around the pole like a demented kid on the playground, At least she dropped her top and her bottoms. Next up a chubby girl with huge naturals, but good pole skills. Finally my dream girl, Sierra. Cute brunette with dimples, slender with curves and great butt, natural C-cups, classy lingerie, which quickly disappeared. Good dancer, with a naughty smirk and twinkle in her eye, she had me in her clutches and I would have gladly given up the $$ in my pocket for a few LD's if she had only asked. But alas, she seemed more interested in the lottery machines than in my masculine charms and given the club's reputation for air dances only I decided not to pursue. Total investment 45 minutes and 20 bucks. See ya.