I ducked in here on a...

I ducked in here on a Friday afternoon to get out of the abysmal holiday traffic on I5. This was my first visit so I didn't know what to expect. The club is dark and cheap looking inside, but I got a cold beverage as part of the entry and sat down at the rail to see what was up. To my surprise, Paula Dean walked up on stage! Well not really, but it might have been her fatter older sister! I didn't want to be rude fleeing the rail to avoid the flirtatious granny so I did my best to smile and be friendly for the saggy boob bashing that came my way.

She offered a dance and I politely demurred hoping that not all the dancers were bridge club refugees. Unfortunately my hopes were dashed as a slightly younger granny with only the one missing tooth stepped up. I tried not to be too obvious in avoiding her gaze, pretending to receive text messages and the like. Once again my head was assaulted by GBGBs (great big granny boobs). Another dollar was tossed in the name of politeness. I reflected that maybe this is where grandmas go to get the three dollars they stuff in birthday cards, or more likely the nickels for the slots in Reno.

Things improved, although slightly, after that. We at least got a girl in her early 40s with bolt-ons. I went to the restroom to avoid this one as I contemplated leaving. and waited for the turn-over to fearfully return to the rail. Finally someone that was nice to look at got up. She was little, maybe 5 foot nothing, had a good spinner body and while not a knockout face, was at least cute, and by comparison to the previous stage occupants was a total babe.