I went into the club around...

I went into the club around 1 PM on a Monday. Greeted by a redneck sitting on a lawn chair at the front door. I think he was there to check ID's, but I felt bad for him sitting outside on what was a hot day. His bald head was sweating. I'm pretty sure his Southern drawl translated to "Go on in." Anyway, I get inside and head straight for the bar and get the special. Made some good conversation with the tender, Alex. My experience tells me you get in with the workers (bartenders, bouncers, deejays, waitresses), they usually take care of you by setting you up with a dancer that would fit you. Looking around, I see this is a "black" club. Most of the dancers were black. The ones that weren't had big booties and were a little thick around the middle. If that's you're thing, that's fine - it's not what I usually look for. Didn't come in for anything special - just to see what this place had to offer. Alex set me up with a dancer (I forgot her "stripper" name, but she told me her "real" name. Usually a stripper's real name is as made up as her stripper name - just something to make you feel special among all the other guys. I verified her real name was the same as the tattoo on her arm - so at least she told the truth. Bonus points. She was 20 years old, with an amazing ass, a beautiful face, and nice, 20 year old, B cup tits. I don't usually go for the younger ones - the older ones know what they're doing and don't think that by just being in your presence, they're doing you a favor. But she seemed ahead of the game compared to the other choices. Our conversation went really well. At some point I mentioned she wasn't there to talk - time is money. So she took me over to the "VIP" couches. They are raised up from the main dance floor on the left of the club. There's three sections of VIP on this landing, each with a U shaped leather sectional. Apparently the dancers are told that they have to go in the first one - the one closest to the door - because that's where the sightline is best for the bouncers. Well, she and I felt a little daring, so we went to the last one - where you can find the most relative privacy, if you can call it that. I got a couple of good dances with some great two-way touching before Mr. Redneck Doorman came and berated her for not using the first VIP section. So we moved, and I got a couple of more great dances. My time was up - I had to get back to where I was - but I didn't leave before she gave me her number for takeout. I guess we hit it off really well. I haven't been back since, and I haven't called her yet. Not because I don't want to - I just haven't had the time. A return to this place is in the short term plans, though - the one dancer made it worth the trip!