This was my second visit to...

This was my second visit to Cowboys in a few weeks. I come from Louisville, where they play better college basketball but they have really, really bad laws concerning other important things, namely naked women on stage. My previous visit, I wanted to see a great many of them, but I was also in a mood for one or more of them to really get to to business on me, and I was mostly disappointed. The VIP dances are quite expensive at Cowboys, and I got mixed results with the $20 dances. The DJ was leering over the room quite annoyingly - one dance was very tame, another girl gave it a good college try when I promised multiple dances, but she still had to hide her work from the Leer Jockey.

This time was quite different. After my longer time at Divas - see my other review) I only had about a half hour - I popped into Cowboy's figuring on a single $20 dance-plus-titty-share to send to send me off on the road. There wasn't much going on - the only girls I saw all seemed to be with customers, except for the one 40-ish slightly overweight dancer on the main stage. I was about to head home early when this lovely creature named Wendy ditched her guy two tables over and came to me. I think she was lovely, anyway - it was so blasted DARK in there, and lovely Wendy's skin is so tanned or naturally dark, that I really couldn't see much of her! I could see enough of Wendy's lovely cleavage, though, for it to talk me into a $20 dance. THIS was a different experience than the last time! We were the only ones in the dance room and I never saw the DJ's face at all. As soon as the song started, so did Wendy - she lit into me like she had just gotten off a desert island after ten years. I usually ask a lap dancer if I can unbutton my shirt - no need - she was unbuttoning it faster than I ever have. She was rubbing her beautiful tan pair of bolt-ons all over me, and before I knew it her hands were into the top of my pants. I quickly reached down to undo the snap and help the zipper down, and Wendy was all over me with HJ, TTF and BBBJ, all in wonderful alternation. She managed to keep all of this on the sly, but there was no need - DJ's attention was elsewhere. After we finished up, cleaned up, and I thanked her and complimented her work came the only negative. I realized that I was not CERTAIN just how much money I had left after my time at Dives! I had counted three songs, Wendy asked the DJ (still just a dis-embodied voice) how many songs and he said "three" but she said she thought it was four. I said "How about I'll pay for three and tip you the rest," but I just had three Jacksons and a stack of singles! I counted out the Jacksons, gave her all of the singles without counting (there might have been one Lincoln - it was $15 to 25) and got the heck out of Dodge. I will look for her next time - if she remembers me as a scofflaw I'll tip her a bit extra before we start again.