John's is often the club of...

John's is often the club of last resort for me... if I haven't found what I'm looking for at Bogey's, Henry's, Silver Cricket, etc., I'll hit John's on the way home and often end up settling... especially if I've had a few.

This night was no different. Arrived around 9 or 10, at least they have the lights turned down lower than usual. I visit the restroom (straight back from the door) and take a seat at the end of the row of bar stools facing the stage (3 poles) with my back to the bar (it's kind of a funny arrangement - there's a row of stools with a counter facing the stage; behind that a walkway, and then stools facing the bar). Waitress gets me a beer for 6.50 or so. Talent is not too impressive, to put it mildly. Girls on stage are either flat or overweight. Others are just sitting with regulars.

After awhile I notice two dancers sitting with a guy at a table on the opposite side of the stage. The guy is looking at the stage, not acting too interested. One of the dancers is older, slender, with dirty blond short hair and a nice rack. After a few minutes she gets up and comes over, introduces herself. Tells me she's been working there off and on for 12 years, which is kind of odd because I've never seen her before. We talk about the old Leggs Lounge. She tells me she was sitting with the guy across the stage, and the other much younger dancer came up and joined them, which pissed her off... said by the end of the night she would do the same, and make sure the newbie learned the lesson... anyway she wasn't making much progress, and saw me looking at her, and decided to come over. After awhile asks me if I want to have some fun, and says "and don't worry... I do extras. When I was younger I didn't, but now I'm older and I have to compete." My kind of dancer. I'm sizing her up... definitely long in the tooth, but in pretty good shape... then she tells me, "you've heard of MILFs, right? Well, I'm a GILF! That's right, a F'in grandmother you'd like to F!" Back we go to the VIP, which is up 3-4 steps, and has curtained booths. We go to the far right and I sit down. Talk about a foul odor! They really should clean the carpet in there... but hell, I'm too drunk to care. John's is a pastie bar, so the first order of business is removing those damn things. I go to work, and it turns out she's really hot and responsive. She goes for my zipper during the first song, but I ask her to wait awhile - I haven't really decided yet. After a half-dozen songs, however, I'm really into her and I'm way too far gone, and ask for the full package. She agrees, and as a result Mr. Happy is super F'n happy! A great time, and very reasonably priced.