As often when I'm in the...

As often when I'm in the area with the evening free, I visited Body Shoppe (a.k.a. The Manor on a springy April Wednesday to take advantage of $10-dance, $4-mixed-drink night. Boy, does that promotion bring in the punters! And maybe university exam season had something to do with it, but it was a busy night--lots of guys, a couple of women custies, lots of dancers, lots of action on stage.

I ordered food--can't remember what now, but maybe nachos?--on the friendly, possibly-ex-dancer waitress's recommendation, and they were okay. A bottle-blonde dancer who told me she was an extreme-fitness competitor chatted with me awhile, but politely excused herself when I said I wasn't interested in a private dance.

After finishing my food, I was joined by a brunette with a couple of chipped teeth, and began chatting with her. She was game to sit and drink the cocktail I bought her for a while, and I learned about her stereotypically hardscrabble life, which seemed plausible...though I later wondered whether she'd tailored details to match what she perceived to be my interests. I got the sense she was distinctly not part of any dancer camaraderie at this club. But honestly, it was a decent conversation, and I was barely seeing the chipped teeth which had originally dominated my impression of her, so I invited her to dance for me.

She gave three not-bad dances, and though she didn't really let me spend much time on her breasts (and none on her kitty), she declared at the end that she'd gotten horny enough that she was going to end her shift early and go home to fuck her girlfriend.

Not entirely what I was looking for, but certainly bit a dull night!