This place is on a secluded...

This place is on a secluded street close to the airport. Anyone who travels knows the neighborhoods around airports generally are not the best, and this one fits into that genre. Definitely downscale, but not scary. The attendant posted in the parking lot was reassuring nonetheless. Even better, he didn't ask for a parking fee. Instead, he just greeted me with an "hola," which gave me a clue as to the customer base, confirmed upon entry. The main club area is basically just one big room with a single central stage. Along the right wall is a couple of private dance rooms with beaded curtains that don’t provide much in the way of privacy. Past that is the VIP area with a couple of rooms with real curtains and real privacy. I took a seat at the bar per my usual habit and scanned the room. It looked like there were probably about a dozen dancers, a couple sitting at the bar with customers and a few more sitting with customers at tables. Most of the dancers appeared to be in the 6-7 range, ranging in age from early twenties to mid-thirties, some maybe older. There were three dancers sitting in a row of chairs lined up near the stage. The one in the middle of the three sitting in the row of chairs gave me a couple of quick glances. She appeared to have a cute face, at least from a distance, but I couldn’t see her body because she was slouched down in the chair and the girl to the right was blocking my view. The next time she glanced my way, I smiled at her. She got up and walked over to me. Bingo. She was cute as hell. On the smallish side, not much over five feet (not counting the 6” heels), curvy, and young, early twenties at most, not busty, but not flat either. Her face still looked cute close up. I’d give this one an 8—more on the cuteness scale than the bombshell scale, but an 8 nonetheless. She immediately snuggled up against me and---said something in Spanish that I didn’t understand. I asked her if she spoke English. The reply was “poquito English.” OK, so she didn’t even know enough English to say “a little English” in English. This was going to be good. With the help of the bartender translating, I learned she was from Cuba. The bartender asked if I wanted to buy her a drink. I learned lady drinks here are $20. I usually don’t go for the “lady drinks,” but her boobs pressing into my arm and her crotch pressed against my thigh convinced me otherwise. After a little bit of small talk (which consisted of her talking in Spanish and me smiling and nodding while I fondled her ass), and with the help of the bartender translating, we went to the private dance area. She stripped down and seemed to enjoy being groped, but the beaded curtains really didn’t provide any privacy, so I cut it off after one dance. She accompanied me back to the bar and after some mutual groping and with the assistance of the bartender we made arrangements to go to the VIP area for $250 for 30 minutes. The VIP area consisted of a small room with a built in couch and heavy velvet curtains that could be clipped closed. Completely private and completely satisfying. This girl aimed to please. After the VIP session, I went back to the bar. Instead of immediately going on the hunt for a new mark, she accompanied me back to the bar and kept me company. After a few minutes, she went up to dance on stage. While she was on stage, a few girls stopped by, all initiating conversation in Spanish. Some could speak English when I asked, some not so much. After finishing her stage dances, she came back and hung out with me at the bar and kept me entertained with groping and flashing while I finished my beer. By now it was getting late and I had business in the morning. She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the lips, and sent me on my way.