Self-described nymphomaniac dancer

Was passing through Jacksonville on an early Sunday afternoon and decided to make a stop at Wackos be fore getting back in I-95. It was early and the club was just opening, a few girls wandering in from time to time. I was approached by a cute brunette, tight body, and we made small talk for a few minutes. She asked if I would like a private dance and I agreed to go in the back with her.

She made a beeline for the most secluded corner booth which I took as a good sign. As she was getting naked she asked, "Do you have any limitations?" Never got that one before. I stammered a bit and said if I did I was unaware of them. She then whispered in my ear, "I'm a nymphomaniac." Another good sign.

She proceeded to prove her assertion in a most interesting way.