Two story club, lower level fairly...
Two story club, lower level fairly busy. Wait staff still a little slow and hard to get their attention. Bar on the left, two level stage in the center . Music mostly rock, no rap. As is generally the case the music was too loud. The dancers ranged from 5 to 9 , with the majority about 8. Mileage increases with dances as should be the case.
Interesting night , I made two strippers mad and one made me want to leave. The first dancer got mad when I mentioned a red head sitting at the bar not hustling. Guess that was her partner because she went off on me telling me I had no right to worry about a dancer. A few curse words later she walked away to point me out as a "bad" guy to the other dancers. The next sat down and as we discussed getting a dance I asked about touching, she said " no touching" I said NO DANCE , and once more curse words and huddling pointing out the pain in the ass "bad guy ". Times like this are win you rally or run away like a baby bitch.moved to the perv rail and started dropping nickels and dimes in garters and thongs. An hour later the first stripper I pissed off came back and ran her hustle on me. I looked at her in awe and asked " really"? Her response was what's wrong baby....I told her what was wrong was you cussed me out two hours ago. Now you see I am spreading money like a broken ATM and you want your share. No dances for her, the ATM shut her out. When she left an older milf blonde joined me, she was a solid 7 with nice bolt ons. First dance was good , nice movement, high mileage with stick shifting. Second dance the mileage increased and she hoped up to plant her bare vag in my face. I literally recoiled at the odor, got up and left the dance. Great dancer putrid personal area.
Rally time once more, got a couple of dances with a smoking Mexican and all was right with the world.
So much fun I think I will roll in and make Capital Cabaret my bitch tonight.
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