I had not been to Brad’s...

I had not been to Brad’s Brass Flamingo in over a year. It was overdue for a check-up. I tried using the ad in the Nuvo for admission, but was told they cannot accept it after 9pm on Fridays and Saturdays. I ended up paying an $8 cover. You have to lift your shirt at the door to prove you aren’t carrying a gun. This makes sense because Brad’s was about 20% ghetto people on this late Saturday evening.

The quality of dancers was not as good as you’d expect for a Saturday night shift. There was an 8 or two, but the majority of the ladies were in the 3-7 range. A few years ago, this place was a 7-Up factory all night, every night. Some of the dancers looked like they had been working the brass pole for fifteen or more years. I got approached by only two dancers in two and half hours. The dancers spend most of their time in the dressing room or sitting with regulars. At least the waitresses and bar staff were friendly.

I decided to get a dance from a 25 year old ebony dancer named Cashmere. It was a decent dance. She then started pushing for a trip to the VIP, which should have been a warning sign to me. Lusting after slapping her black ass during the lapper, I agreed. You have to prepay for the VIP here. When I paid, she suggested that I give her a tip. That should have been another warning sign to me. I explained that tips are given for good service and aren’t given before service is given. Cashmere’s VIP session was very sterile. Every time she faced me, she stuck her ear or frizzy hair into my face, like she was paranoid to put her lips within a foot of mine, even though I was not even trying to kiss her. My hands were grabbed anytime they came close to her thong. The whole twenty-five minutes (Yes, I was cut short by five or six minutes according to the time on my cell phone.) she ground me uninspiringly in the same two positions: reverse cowgirl and forward cowgirl. The mechanical nature of it prevented me from getting an erection. This was probably the first time in my life that I was not aroused by an almost naked woman in my lap; it was that bad. She was oblivious to my regret at wasting my hard-earned money when she suggested we do another VIP without even giving the full duration of the first one. To top it off, she started pestering me for a tip after I rejected her offer. She started hurling insults at me, but I ignored her and eventually she left me alone. Cashmere is a ROB.