So I head back to the...

So I head back to the Zanz, this time celebrating my buddy's soon-to-be wedding. All 7 of us cram into these tiny seats in the back. I never realized how small they are when you're with a lot of people. Many lookers: on average 7's. One smoking young white chick with natural's was getting picked out all the time, never had a chance to try her.

I saw a really cute black/white mix girl: skinny but had a nice booty. I decide to take her up. In a nutshell, what a disappointment. If you like to talk to your dancers, but not really get much of a dance, take her up on a few. Don't get me wrong, she talks very nice. Here are the major downfalls: She turned me off a bit when I complimented on her looks, and she looked at me with this face, and asked if I was going to cum in my pants. Really? What a mood killer.

The final nail in the coffin was when I was into the 4th song and she still she did not take off her bottom. I tell her to stop, and she says it's the 5th song. I know this is an argument I will not win, and I don't want to further embarrass my friend, so I just pay her. I never understand this. If you are honest and provide good service, you are guaranteeing a future client. But she decides to con me. Avoid at all costs, literally.