Monday blues

I visited Flight Club two days before I had to leave Michigan. This Club used to be my ATF, as it has been for many another monger for many years. The glory years, I am afraid, are behind us. I should not have expected too much on a Monday night, but the quality of the dancers was downright poor. And there weren't that many. So I patiently wandered through the upstairs bar. and sat at the downstairs bar, nursing my $9 vodka tonic, expensive but generous with the vodka. I watched as dancer after dancer came on stage. Nobody remotely interesting. Finally, a slender blonde with a lavish but artificial rack came on stage. Unfortunately, she was captured by a troop of Asian patrons, who passed her along from person to person until she ultimately got up and walked upstairs with one guy. I went up a little later and thought to wait for her to come out of the curtained area. To my surprise, she emerged after about two songs. I struck up a chat, and we entered the dance area. She did not do FS in the club, I was informed. That in itself seems to be a rarity these days. But she was remarkably friendly and civil. also a rarity these days. We settled on some hand action and some tit sucking and feeling, the old fashioned service. I spent about five or six dances and paid for only the dances. I might be tempted to return to see her if I were going to stay in the state much longer. That was not to be, however. So another visit to FC will have to wait till next time. I hope my schedule allows me to come on a better day with more prospects.