A desperate Saturday night. I...

A desperate Saturday night. I had to be desperate to go into this club. After being patted down (something new these days in Orange County clubs?) I paid the $10 fee and went in. Right off the bat, I knew it was ten bucks down the drain. I guess I had to pay to find out though. I scanned the place. A couple of so-so but fleshy girls chatting up some guys at the bar. More chubbiness overall than I like to see in a strip club. In my line of sight, there was not one girl that I would have liked to spend some time with, much less have a lap dance from. The girl on the stage was a turn-off, as well as the few that were entertaining gents in the booths and at the tables. Even the girls on the other side of the room were just not my style. I had to cut my losses. I could have waited for the spice of my life to appear magically, but the odds of that were slim to none. So I beat a hasty retreat through the exit door. This was my first time in California Girls... and my last. This club is near Ball Road, so I made a left turn on Ball and headed for the Flamingo.