I went by the Watering Hole...
I went by the Watering Hole a couple of weeks ago to see if anything was new.I stopped in on a Friday night around 9pm.Not much changed since the last time I was there in November, except new dancers. Some of the regular dancers were there like Jade and her best friend whose name I can't remember. They were actually the only two in the club that I recognized from previous visits and there were about 5 girls walking around and dancing. One thing that was a litle different from my last visit was that almost all of the girls this night were white whereas last time I was in it was about half white half black Overall I spent about 4 hours at the club relaxing and downing a few beers, while chatting with Jade and her friend. I had a couple of dances in the "dance area", which is a small booth type area with lattice work blocking the side. There is not a lot of privacy, however most people kind of ignore that area. The chairs could definitely be replaced, as they were falling apart in the Lap Dance area.Closer to the time I was getting ready to leave, Jade convinced me to have a lap dance with her and her friend. Jade is tall,thin,dark hair, and a party girl, her friend is blonde, average height, and nice big boobs. The dance with the two of them was great, and I am sure I was dreaming because I thought the little head was loose and playing tonsil hockey for a small part of it, but obviously I was a few beers in by then. After that dance I sat back down with Jade and chatted for a little bit before getting ready to leave, as I was getting up I had a daydream that Jade asked if I wanted one more dance to finish up? Of course in my day-dream I said yes and went on back. A little slobber time later and I was out the door and my swimmers were heading to Jade's stomach. For the whole visit, beer included, I spent about $200. I can't say that is bad and will likely repeat when I am in the area next time.
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