Sunday night is a slow night...

Sunday night is a slow night at Sapphire. Huge space, very few customers at 9:30pm. $30 to get in. You get wanded for metal when you go in. Tall attractive Paloma stood beside me at the bar as I ordered a $14 beer. I said, "Are you 6 feet tall?" She said, "Nah, 5'6" with 6 inch heels. May I give you a tour of the club?" I said yes and was delighted to follow her. The private dance area was uncrowded and cost...let's see, I don't quite remember this part as Paloma was quickly sitting on my lap and whispering the things she COULD do into my ear. I think it came to about $150, but the concept of money had become obscure. After the waitress came and went, I found my hands being taken and applied to various parts of Paloma's fit, young body -- mostly to her breasts which felt firm and real. I like this kind of behavior from a dancer. Not waiting to ask if I'd like to touch her, just moving right along to the "let me put your hands here" situation. She also got on the floor and applied her chest to my lap which I found so pleasing that we were done quickly. Negatives: from the moment she introduced herself, she continuously prompted me to upgrade to more expensive rooms and dances. I let her do it, but I didn't need to be asked, really. Good to have lots of cash in your pocket. Credit cards under these kinds of conditions might be lethal.