Late Wednesday afternoon I decided to...

Late Wednesday afternoon I decided to make an infrequent visit to my favorite Inkster whorehouse. Not many customers and those that were there looked like they'd been nursing their beers for quite awhile. No one appeared to be getting dances and lots of girls were sitting around, mainly topless, looking bored. The dancer on the main stage was flashing her kitty everytime someone even looked her way. Several patrons were smoking, something I'm just not used to these days. You have to wonder how this place gets away with all the ordinance violations but they do. Anyway, I decided to sit at a table in the far corner on the raised area between the main stage and the stage near the restrooms. Had just received my drink when a dancer slid in next to me. She shook my hand then grabbed my crotch, pretty normal for Bogart's. I remembered her from the past as lots of fun so I bought her a drink. Though slightly older, she was good looking, adequately built, and appeared non-drugged and non-drunk. She kept up her end of the conversation well, all the while sucking on a beer and stroking Mr Happy. The conversation finally turned to business and she openly layed out today's menu complete with asking price. After a little bit of negotiation with a little bit ofattempted upselling, we agreed on a simple handjob. That being completed, I expected to head for the VIP. Instead she unzipped and unbuckled me and began right there under the table. She had positioned herself so her breasts were accessible then scooted her g-string down a bit for easy crotch access. I was a bit apprehensive, the dancer on the main stage could easily see though the table screened everyone else, but part way through the shot girl walked up to the table to offer her wares. My dancer didn't even slow down and the shot girl didn't appear to notice. As I got close, she offered CIM for an extra $10. Why not? She leaned over and Mr Happy did his thing while she caught every drop. She then opened her mouth, showed me, and swallowed. After getting some napkins from the waitress to "clean up the mess we had made" (mainly just to wipe off her spit), she zipped me up, had a few swigs of her beer and headed for the locker room. As she left, she encouraged me to return for her "Do-Me" Friday special when she heavily discounts FS. I'll be back in a few months. While it was fun and avoided the VIP charge, it was a bit weird. But then, no one seemed to give it the slightest notice. Maybe it's more of the norm these days?