In a word, smoky. Crowded, too....

In a word, smoky. Crowded, too. It would have to be to produce that much in the way of noxious fumes. So smoky, in fact, that it was hard to tell what the dancers looked like through the smog; this is not an exaggeration! I was in town for a friend's funeral earlier in the day and needed cheering up. Apparently, this was not the right place, at least not for me.

Not long after I got there, a dancer, I'd rate her an 8 on appearance, emerged from the billowing clouds of cigarette smoke and started chatting me up. "OK," I thought, "this place is smoky, but maybe it's not so bad." Nah. When I agreed to a lap dance, she looked slightly surprised. I figured, based on the closest customers (who were all I could see), that not many guys got dances. They seemed more interested in pouring booze into their bellies and smoke out of their lungs --- no time for dances! Well, be that as it may, the dance was not worth it.

We went to the back room where she shucked out of her outfit and started grinding on me. I kinda worried she was going to rub a hole in my jeans. A couple of times I had to move/adjust so she didn't crush any important parts, too! I swear, if you could slow down a mechanical bull so it moved in time to the music it would have been just as enjoyable. No, more enjoyable. Those bulls are set up to be somewhat unpredictable, but this dancer had three, maybe four moves, most involving a great deal of friction with way too much pressure.