This was my fourth stop of...

This was my fourth stop of five on a recent vacation trip. The day started out bad, and I was hoping a stop at the Pink Pony would improve it. On the way from my hotel to the club, it started raining - and then it started raining harder. Traffic was down to about 15 mph, the lights weren't cooperating, and I was in a really cranky mood. About a half a block from the club, there was a detour road sign, pointing me exactly the wrong way. By this point, I was anoyed enough that I'd be damned if I didn't make it to the club, so I took my AWD vehicle and muttered something not fit for polite company at the detour sign. I made it to the club and into the parking lot just in time to see the nude car wash that had been going on that day get taken down. The whole day up until now should have been a clue that I should choose a different club, but I was stubborn and cranky and crankily self-righteous about it, so I went in.

At first, things started looking up - not a bad club, a couple girls doing a shower dance over on one side, and (gasp!) reasonable prices for a soda. I sat down, and a fairly attractive redhead approached me and started chatting me up. After giving me a few minutes to get comfortable and de-stress from the trip and weather conditions, she asked if I wanted a dance. Couch dances are $25 each, payable directly to the dancer, and there is good contact and grinding. There was even a little mutual contact, but nothing below the waist. With the body she had, I was quite happy with the change in circumstances.

She'd been hinting all the while that the private dances are far better, so after we got out into the main room I followed up on that by asking her how much better they were. Well, that was a mistake... the shit had well and truly hit the fan. She said something sharp about not providing illegal services, then asked if I'd rather be left alone since I obviously didn't want another dance... I told her I wasn't going to chase her off, but I wasn't going to keep her with me against her will, either. She left, and evidently blacklisted me with the other girls since I sat there for another hour and a half and none of them came over even to say hello. By the time I left, I still had a large chunk of cash burning a hole in my pocket and I was thoroughly annoyed at this club, the city of Tampa for the road conditions (MLK in that area was under construction), Mom Nature for the horrid weather, and everything else.