So I wandered in her one...

So I wandered in her one Sunday afternoon. It was like in the boonies. Anyway, easily accessible from the front where everyone driving by can see you or the awesome drive-too-fast-and-you'll-miss-it driveway in the back. You still have to do the awkward walk to the front to get to the door, though. Anyway, walk in and it's dark, and seems like your typical dive bar strip joint. Main stage in the middle, pool tables to your right, bar against the back, video poker on the opposite wall to the bar, a few tables strewn to your left, and some chairs behind a chiffon curtain for private dances.

I grab a beer, catch whatever game's on the TV for a little bit while I scope the place out. There's like three other people there, Latino guys. Two are at the pool table, one's at the video machines. No one pays attention to the girl on stage. Don't blame them. She's not much of a looker. I drop a dollar on my way to the bathroom. I take a gamble with the next girl, especially since I'd be the only one at the stage. Money tends to go further in these situations.

She's a mover, actually has a rhythm with the music. She mixes it up from on the pole to on the floor to on the rack. Yeah, she does a lot of gratuitous touching of the head and shoulders, and gave a lot of close ups of everything. She's not top heavy at all, but has a great butt and hips. Her set is over, and I dropped maybe $6 (skipped the first song in the bathroom). She asks if I want a private dance. Now, keep in mind that up to this point, all the lap dances I've ever had have consisted of me paying $20 to see the same exact thing I could've dropped $1-$3 to see on the stage. I respectfully decline, saying no, not looking to spend that much today. She said she'd give me a discount. I swear, that'll probably be the most romantic thing you'll hear at a strip club. Sure, why not, I came in to unwind anyway, right?