Poor visit

I had had a long week at work. I had to work the day before which technically was supposed to be the beginning of my labor day weekend. To make matters worse, I was tired and one of my favorite entertainers in Indy had ignored a text I had sent her. So, I was really on my last nerve and I wasn't really interested in dealing with the typical stip club nonsense. I arrived around 11:30 am. One of my favorite entertainers was in the parking lot getting things from her car. I didn't recognize the vehicle and thought she had traded in her car for a new car. I waited until she went in to the club. Interactions with the girls outside of the club always seem awkward. As I walked in, I couldn't help but notice there was a work ID in the window of her car. A dose of reality hit me. This is most likely her boyfriends car she was borrowing. All of these messed up scenarios

went through my head. Falling in lust (love?) with an entertainer is the worst. I am guilty. I have been buying dances from her for awhile now. I know I could never date her. Her dances she gives are awesome. Full contact and I can even touch underneath her g string. I would always be jealous. Besides, she has never indicated she was interested in anything more. So, another annoyance hit me even before I went into the club. I thought about turning around and heading home. But, I had made the drive from Indy and I thought I am here to get cheered up so why not stay. I sat down and waited. Ugh! Waiting and watching girls who should be paid to keep their clothes on is painful. Yet again, another annoyance. Fortunately, my other favorite entertainer came out of the dressing room and waived as she made her way to the juke box to select her songs and do her set. It was nice seeing her and my mood lifted a bit. As she got off stage, she came over and I bought some dances from her. I was pleasantly surprised. Her dances had improved. They were more natural. Not as mechanical as in the past. We finished our dances. As I was leaving the area, I made the mistake of glancing over to the area that my other favorite was dancing for a customer. Pangs of heartache and jealousy ripped through me. I have no right to feel this way. She was only doing her job. I just wished I could have politely turned down the first girl and bought dances from her. The girl from the parking lot truly is the only reason I still am a customer here. It is a long drive from Indy. I guess my resentment grows because I can only visit with her on the weekends. I make a special trip to see her and she makes no effort to see me. It is high school all over again, always wanting the cheerleader. I sat back down and waited for the girl to finish with her customer. The dude was an ugly, biker wannabe. I wanted to kick his ass. But, getting kicked out of the club, arrested for assault, losing my job, and spending the weekend in the Kokomo jail didn't seem appealing. My favorite girl from the parking lot had finished her dances. She did stop by and told me she would be back and that she had to cool off. I thought great, more waiting. It was 1:15. I had had enough. This is bullshit. I left. I knew if I had stayed, I would behave like a jealous boyfriend looking to pick a fight. As much as it pains me to say, the parking lot girl just isn't into me. The walls of the Hugger were closing in on me.

I am sure she would have returned but all of the annoyances had added up and I had to get out. I am sure in time I will return. I think I will arrive later in the afternoon and see if that cuts down on the wait time. And, I won't sneak a peak watching my favorite girl dance for another customer.