Knew it was going to be...

Knew it was going to be a screwy day when Budget issued me a VW Beetle as the rental. Any time in St. Louis is requisite for a trip across the river. Last trip was to Brooklyn, time before HSC and Kittys. This time, the toss up was between C Mowes and Dollies. Dollie's because I made a wrong turn and found it first. Doorman decided I looked more respectable and didn't hit me for the $5 cover. Went over to the 6 seat bar and sat. $3.00 Bud light. Shortly thereafter a tall - 5'9" without heels came and sat down. She was blasted. Not sure on alcohol alone. She bitched about her "partner" not showing up for work, no money, no tips, no dances. Said she owed the bar for her daily intake and had no money. She said she didn't even have money for her tip out. She was tracing lines on my leg, I was working my way up to the Y. I told her I would buy her a drink and pay her tip out for 3 dances. She said fine, and off to the back. She dropped the top of her tube dress to display some fine small (36 A/B) breastesses. She fell into my lap twice trying to dance. The second time I hooked the back of her thong and pulled it down as she was standing up. She failed to notice. I noticed that her box had not experience a trim or anything else, for that matter, for a good while. While my hands were roaming, I encountered stubbly hairs on her abdomen and around her tits. Very strange, as if she had groomed that part of her body with a wahl trimmer.

She tried to get money out of me, I reminded her drunk ass that we had covered the financials back at the bar.

She then realized her panties had fallen off, said she was done, and left the booth. I left the bar right after.

No more Beetles for me.