Bike week. UGH. Walked...

Bike week. UGH. Walked in about 7:15, $7 cover, door girl had biggggguns. Well displayed and I noted to her about her presentation. Walked over to the beer counter and got a 4.25 sample. There must have been 20 field dressed riders on the north side of the stage. Too early for them to misbehave, and I find it remarkable how all those individualistic rebels all dress alike yet look the same. Standing, a tall blonde in a french maid outfit sauntered up and we engaged in conversation about the literary works of Kafka. You never know.

The next, about 5' nothing in her heels stopped by and gave a familiar handshake. I was surprised, since this is Cheaters, not the IR. She told me she was 4'6" and delivered the best line I have heard in years: "At this size, I make everybody's dick look big." We played at the bar, I bought her a Jaegerbomb, had hands all over, then she got called to the stage. Immediately replaced by Sam, a brunette with a cute yellow lingerie set and fishnets. She was more liberal, albeit a smidge larger than the first. I did engage her services for a very liberal set of dances. Much more liberal than any prior experience at Cheaters.

In closing, I noticed that for as much consumption of adult beverages per capita by the scooter riders, they didn't partake much in interacting with the talent. That made for a busy club with very little competition for the attention of the peelers. Curious, I must say.