They call this area of Connecticut...

They call this area of Connecticut the quiet corner, if that's true than EB is the thunder amongst the clouds. Last Friday a friend (Bar hopper to you regulars) and I decided to take much needed refuge in this oasis of skin. Not much going on in the town as it relies on a resident state trooper vs. a police department to keep the peace. The main area is laid out well with a large bar at the entrance and the stages towards the rear. The club is pretty much laid back with a friendly atmosphere. The bar maid and waitresses were friendly without being too solicitous There was a good group of regulars / locals that staked out a small rear area of the bar and self designated it as the smoking area (being a smoker in a state that bans it was a relief). Ah, what a find, a bar, strippers, a place to smoke, and friendly people. Just label this a TGIF. Bar Hopper and I settled in with a couple of cold brews and started to enjoy the show. The star of the afternoon was a blond beauty named Steph (I think, but who cares).She had a Paris Hilton look to her and a nice disposition. After about 10 minutes Bar Hopper started to attract the girls much like a magnet attracts metal shavings and disappeared to the LD area. Little had I known was that he pre paid Steph for a LD. for me Steph approached me and told me of my good fortune which i received much like the lucky people on the 60s TV show the Millionaire. Michael Anthony never looked this good. We went into the semi private LD area and Steph asked me to choose a song, shit, I was thinking Ina Gadda Da Vida but couldn’t find it on the juke box so I just settled for a standard. As the song started Steph was out of the shoot much like a thoroughbred at Church Hill Downs. Her top disappeared and the G-String was slid to the side to reveal a smooth as honey mound of pleasure. She immediately started grabbing and gnawing at my cock through my pants. The song ended much too quickly, lucky or I would have had to explain the mayonnaise stains (ya, right) on the front of my pants from a fast food joint to my wife. Bar Hopper and I reunited and left sharing tales of our respective LDs. Much to my surprise I discovered that Bar Hopper pre paid for not one, but two dances, shit, burnt by stripper math Oh well, I’M still on the plus side regarding stripper math so no harm done. Got to love the benevolence of Bar Hopper for the LDs. I would highly recommend this place for a visit and give it a 7.5. If you go, get a LD from Steph and ask for the one that Oman was shorted, and please do bring tissues