I was trying to get here...

I was trying to get here for the day shift but could not swing it. I decided to have dinner, and get a burger. The waitress took my food and drink order. Ten minutes later another waitress, adorable brunet with really nice tits, says my waitress went home and she needs to take my order again. She was so adorable I didn't mind. Why do we want what we can't have. The waitress, I mean.

I watch several talented average ladies on stage and get to observe how the club operates. There were maybe five guys in the place. The manager goes back and forth, not many dancers sitting with patrons, a few at the bar. Medium height AA sits next to me. Nice enough but not really my type. I need to learn to say no. Before I know it I'm agreeing to dances just to get rid of her. We get back and she tells me she wants to get 'freaky'. I'm playing the game for one dance. Okay, two dances. Why? Because she's working and probably has a kid at home. Who knows what other pathetic story. Next time it's, 'thanks, I'm sure you're nice but you're not my type'.

Now she's naked waiting me for me. Nothing to imagine. My clothes....there are staying on. She's clean shaven but a little sweaty. Don't they know we like skooches fresh like no ones been there? I cannot wait to pay her and get her clothes on. Never leave the house without changing the litter box. I like clean. I guess I'm an optimist, because I thought it would get better.