I waited until the very end...

I waited until the very end of my recent trip to Michigan to drop in on Flight Club. Once upon a time it was my first destination. It was Tuesday evening and I was flying out the next afternoon. After paying the cover I walked into the familiar setting and scouted around. Not much going on downstairs. So I climbed the stairs to the upstairs bar. There were several ladies lounging there, none of whom appealed to me. One began waving but I was not inclined. I want back down and I spotted someone more my type, a spinner from Flint who makes the rather long drive to work several days a week. She had been working that afternoon and was staying into the night shift because she had not yet made her payout. She was a real sweetheart and I was sold on some dances. I took four. A very nice set with a lot of mutual groping and even cuddling. Not long after that I met two more ladies that fit my profile. Each of them in turn made it clear that they were offering a full menu. I did not negotiate because that was not on my agenda. They did give excellent dances in the style of the Flight Club of old. Call me old-fashioned but if I can still get those kinds of dances and some interesting preliminary conversation at FC or any Detroit-area club, I am ecstatic. I too miss the old Flight Club. If I want the hard stuff I can drive down to San Diego any time and cross the border into Tijuana and visit the Hong Cong club. FS fun any time.