Stopped by this place on an...

Stopped by this place on an impulse. This place has been well-described many times before so there's no need to go into all of that. Down to the nittie-tittie-grittie. About 8 dancers or so on shift, most OK, none really but none that shouldn't have been there, either. Ordered a beer at settled in by the bar. The chick on stage didn't really interest me, too many tats for my taste and rock-hard bolt-ons. I'm a naturals kind of guy. Wasn't long before I felt a hand on my back, and turning around, was surprised to see the hand belonged to T*** who I'd encountered at another, near-by, higher-end club a couple of years ago.

T***'s older, well into her 40s, dirty blond hair, probably not bad looking twenty years ago, but that was then and this is now. What she does have is long, huge nipples. Really long. When they're erect, you can easily hang your hat, scarf and a pair of idiot-mittens on 'em. She wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I entered, but she's fun, reasonably priced and my other options weren't all that much better.

So with the wrist band in place we head up to the VIP. First a warm-up dance, then she gets down to business. She certainly knows what she's doing and within a few songs mission accomplished.