It's been a couple of years...

It's been a couple of years since I was last at Sams, and I am happy to say the place ain't changed much! A much more aggressive security guard at the door doing patdowns at the front door (I think he enjoys it!). Walked in and the place was PACKED!! Took me a few moments to get to the back of the room near the pool tables and bathroom. I know that I can catch the bartenders attention if I hit the bar from this side. The stage itself was standing room only for the dancers. I didn't try to count, but there was at least 10 on stage, 2-3 more on the little ramp leading to the stage, 4-5 giving table dances, 3-4 doing chair dances in the overflow chairs behind the pool tables, and every seat in the main LD area was occupied. A dancer slid up to me as I was trying to order a beer and asked if I wanted a dance. I told her I had just walked in and was amazed at how crowded the place was. She replied that this was nothing compared to a weekend night. I had never seen the place this packed before. A few minutes later one of my old favorites is about to walk past me when we make eye contact, she pivots on a dime like she was an RB in Madden, and throws her arms around me.

I always get a beer when I arrive at the club. It gives me a few minutes to get acclimated to the club, but for Cleo (the dancer) I can chug it in 15 seconds. We find an open spot on one of the wall seats, and she proceeds to remind me how much I love this fucking club. The main thing I don't like about it is the absolute LACK of privacy in the LD area, cause I tend to forget about the outside world when I'm getting lapped. I don't know how old Cleo is, and she isn't my normal type (I like 'em thick with D's, she is thin, B cups with long nipples) but she works it for me. I have to come back in the daytime. Less people = more mileage.

One funny thing happened here. I made eye contact with this PYT sitting at the bar with her girlfriend. She was drunk, sexy as fuck, and sitting at the bar next to a dude I assumed was her man. When he wasn't looking she slips me a piece of paper. She's written her name and number down. I get a card from my wallet and give it to her. She calls me an hour later and wants to meet. I'm ALL down for driving to her place until she says "It's gonna cost you!" "How much" I ask? "$500" was her reply. Aww damn, she's a pro?? I knew it was too good to be true. Now, as much as I was interested in fucking her, $500 was out of my range, especially since I can get my jimmy waxed for half that at several venues around town, and for FREE with a well placed booty call. It did make me curious about the women I see at strip clubs. Are they there for their own enjoyment, or to drum up business for themselves???