The cover was $44. A goon...

The cover was $44. A goon in a cheap suit wanded my arms, legs and torso before they let me in. The woman behind the counter was pleasant and cheerful. At just after 9 pm on this Monday night, the place was not crowded. Every seat at the main dancer table was open. A girl with bolt on, non-jiggle breasts was dancing: I liked the rest of her thin, toned body. Got a $100 private dance with her, but no chemistry. You have to buy 4 drinks back in the private dance area: 2 for you and 2 for her -- comes to $47, I think. I went back into the general area and was drinking when a woman with very large breasts and in shape ass walked by and caused my heart to flutter. I got a private dance with her and it may have been the best private dance I've ever had. She insisted that I touch her breasts and then made a point of rubbing them up and down across my lap. I can't begin to tell you how delightful this was. After the dance, she came out to the general area and had a drink with me. Excellent conversation. Smart, warm, thoughtful, no hustle. Wow. Been a long time since I began falling in love with a stripper, but...it began to happen. I'm withholding her name because I might go back and ask her to marry me.