My Real estate guy was telling...

My Real estate guy was telling us how great this place is. Beautiful women, great staff, always an outstanding time. He even included that he has hooked up with a spinner who works here and they have been dating (stressed not take out, they are dating, whatever). On the other hand a buddy of mine who used to run book out of The Flight Club said this place is a Michigan Avenue truck stop. So who was correct? I know you all are on the edge of your seats, so I will tell you that I am in dire need of a new real estate guy. If you go to Romulus, watch out for the 18 wheelers stopping on Goddard. The exterior and interior of the club are satisfactory. Parked on the street to avoid extra charges for the valet. The club is comfortable. Not upscale like Flight Club, not a complete dump like Bogarts. Nothing special.

I arrived slightly before six. As soon as I parked my ass at a stage side table, I hear the overly loud DJ announce my RE guy's next ex to the stage. I watch her walk up, she ain't no spinner. Small in height, 5'2 or so, 120 pounds, blonde hair. But she has ample boobs, big damn naturals, although they are saggy (my guy said did say she is late 30s with multiple kids). Certainly not a spinner. Face wise she looks kind of rode hard and put away wet. But I like big boobs and I can not lie, so I tipped her out of curiosity. I guess she then thinks she has to put on a show for me by club dancing. Tip to all strippers, don't club dance on stage. Please.

When she gets off stage she comes and introduces herself to me. Upclose, the boobs were nice, and the face, well, the boobs were nice. As she sits down I can see bruises on her arm. Big bruises. Nice, but none of my business. She immediately asks for a drink and a shot. She seems already trashed, but what the hell. I want to learn what my RE guy is interested in. Might come in handy down the road. We chatted, more like she chatted, got her real name even though I did not want it, that she worked at Flight Club for years until she retired to cut hair, and way too much other info. Upon finishing her drink she grabs my crotch and asks if I want to have some fun. Not gonna lie. I wanted to get up close and personal with those boobs. But while she was grabbing my junk, I observe the ever sexy needle tracks on her arm. My junk turtled, right there and then. While I was horrified by this sight and thankful I saw it when I did, she proceeded to whisper in my ear that she really liked me and would bbj for $$.5, no cim. I turtled even more. The smart ass in me had to fuck with her. I countered .25 for cbj. She said she normally gets $$$ for it and she is cutting me a break because she really likes me. I politely declined and moved to the bar. 250 for a bbj no cim. Even without the junkie tattoo I wouldn't have done half.