I had two strokes of luck...

I had two strokes of luck recently. First, I had a very unusual opportunity to overnight in New Orleans on a Saturday night and Second, my hotel was overbooked. The second event was good luck because the hotel staff wanted to compensate me for their mistake and put me up at an alternate site downtown, just two blocks from Bourbon St. It was my first visit to that area, and after checking TUSCL, was pleasantly surprised to find quite a few strip joints within walking distance. I usually don’t drink when I get to go to these places because I’m driving but this time I could tie one on and see some fine female flesh at the same time. I hit Bourbon about 9:30 and it was crowded. There were lots of people having fun and drinking but I saw no one out of control, maybe it was too early. After walking the length of the strip and taking inventory of all the places to see naked women I chose Scores Mansion. There was a doorman and two women standing nearby talking. When I approached the door he let me in and I directly entered the club with no cover. The interior was smaller than I expected (they call themselves a mansion after all) but there were strong drinks and soft sexy women taking their clothes off so I was not disappointed. The bar is near the entrance and there are two stages. The stages have chairs and there are some tables and some three walled, or curtained, room-like areas where groups can sit. I ordered bourbon and cokes which were $9 each and shots were $12. I didn’t order any beer and didn’t ask about the price. After getting my first drink there were no seats near the front stage so I sat at the back one. There was a heartbreakingly beautiful, thin, light-skinned aa dancer working it on the back stage. I offered tips, she came over to me and said it was OK to touch. She offered her ass first, which was magnificent and so soft. She then turned around and let me feel her small tits with eraser nipples. Her attention was awaking me below the waist, then the song ended, and she left. I could have been in the palm of her hand and I would have greased that palm with all the money I had just to spend more time with her but she disappeared. Another aa woman took the back stage. This one was BUILT – thick ass, small waist, large tits, and a face to die for. I watched for a while but before I could tip I was quickly propositioned by a blond white woman named Rebecca who was too cute to pass up. She asked if I wanted to get a drink and I, of course, said yes. We went to the bar and I got us a drink. She was excellent at making conversation and making me feel interesting and desirable. She kept pressing her body against mine and it made me want more. It didn’t hurt that she had an awesome rack and a smile that made me melt. Let me stop here and say that I know the game. She wants my money. She makes me feel like a million bucks to part with my money. But I was happy to do it. Isn’t that part of going into these places? We want a fantasy; a woman to make us feel special for a little while in exchange for money. If I just wanted sex I’d hire a prostitute, but I don’t…I go to strip clubs. Back to the story. Eventually she told me we should go upstairs and get more comfortable. She quoted me, $100 for 3 songs, $300 for half an hour alone with her, and $500 for an hour. I have this habit of only going to a strip club with the amount of money I think I should spend. I make that decision before I’m drunk on some hot half naked chick. I do this because once she starts rubbing against me I know I’ll drain a bank account for her…and I shouldn’t do that. I took the $100 option and accompanied her upstairs to a room with several loveseats. We were the only ones in the room the whole time so there were no privacy issues. She gave me a lap dance that I think I will remember my whole life. There was plenty of two way contact and she had me so hot that I couldn’t believe the desire I felt. When the songs were over she offered all the same dance options again but I didn’t have the money with me. I had purposefully left any means of procuring more funds in my hotel room so I wouldn’t spend more than I should. Once she learned that I couldn’t possibly pay her more, it was over. She went away to find another customer. I went back to the stages and tipped some more until I was ready to leave. Negotiating the crowds on Bourbon St. back to my hotel with a serious alcohol buzz was interesting but uneventful. I went back to my room and jerked out a gigantic load while fantasizing about Rebecca.

Over all I was very impressed with the quality of women at Scores Mansion. Thank you, TUSCL reviewers, for warning me about the fruitlessness of buying very expensive private time with a dancer only to be asked for more once in the room. I had a time of my life that night because I paid a sexy young woman to grind her body against mine and I enjoyed every moment.