I wasn't going to come back...

I wasn't going to come back to this club after my last experience but I was in the neighborhood with about 90 minutes to kill before an appointment. Looking at tits seemed like a better use of my time than wandering through Office Depot. The tits were good if a little fake. The quality of the women was much improved since my last visit but there were still too many tattoos and too many piercings. I don't understand why a woman with a great body does stuff like that to it. Upon arriving in a club I usually wait to get the lay of the land (and my eyes adjusted) before venturing off for a private dance but I was approached by a short, well-built blonde and I was afraid if I said "not now," I'd never see her again. In private, she kept encouraging me to lick her tits, which isn't my favorite thing and as the agreed-upon three dances were ending, she suddenly dove for my manhood as if to say "Buy three more and we'll have some fun with this." So I did and it was deja vu...same dances and at the end, she suddenly got hot. I guess this is to be expected in a club but usually it's not so obvious. When I declared an end to it, she suddenly offered another dance free to convince me to go for a longer, more private session. I took her up on it and got two minutes of the best lapdancing I've ever experienced, expertly timed so I was at maximum horniness just as it ended. Naturally, I went for the deluxe treatment and was glad I did. The only downside of the whole experience was that it would have been more fun to kill the next hour or so in the club if I'd postponed my private sessions until nearer the end.