Wednesday afternoon was my first time...

Wednesday afternoon was my first time at Penthouse. I've been to the Flight Club many times, so I had some idea of what to expect. However, my Flight Club visits have been at night when there were plenty of hot young strippers working. By comparison, this place was downright depressing.

All but a couple of the 15 or so girls were pretty ordinary looking, and most were old. God, it's a snooze to watch the ultra-lame stage dances at a place like this when none of the girls are hot. All of the garish mobster-wetdream decor and overpriced drinks in the world won't make up for it. Thankfully, the DJ kept them moving by cutting songs to about two and a half minutes.

After I'd seen enough, I decided to see if anything was going on upstairs before heading out. Supposedly, the big attraction here is getting extras in one of the private rooms. In no time, I was set upon by a 30-something blonde with fake tits. She was probably a real looker about 10 years ago. She started French kissing and telling me how she'd make me explode in her mouth. I agreed to get a couple of dances with her and see about it.