OK, I'm a slut. It was an...

OK, I'm a slut.

It was an unusually slow Saturday night at the Player's Club. Not sure why, maybe people were spending their money on Christmas presents instead of lapdances. Maybe that's what I should have done. Normally I avoid the place on Saturdays, because it's full of bachelor parties and drunks and because my favorite girl doesn't work Saturdays. But last night, the place looked like it does on a Sunday or a Wednesday. Bad for the ladies, but good for me.

Apparently, I was one of the few guys spending money last night. I had a steady stream of visitors to my table. I had my pick. I sent some away, had a few lapdances, and there were a few ladies I wanted to talk to, but didn't get the chance.