Not taking her back to VIP

Went to The Cheetah after a game, so your ticket stub comps your cover. Great idea.

Lots of women on the shift and all kinds. Mostly white but a number of African-Americans and a range of ages and boob sizes too. Lots to choose from.

Place was packed and you will leave smelling like you rolled around in an ashtray.

Since most of my ATFs have left the club for other careers, I tipped one brunette girl with a nice set of fakes and curvy but well toned body and asked if she was interested in VIP. We went up to the loft in the executive room, which is another $25 charge, for a half hour. While other girls around us were grinding on their customers, I got as much contact from her (Erika, I think was her name) as I would from a regular table dance. Wonder if she would have been friendlier in one of the more private rooms. Don't know and now, I don't think I want to spend the money to find out.

Later struck up a conversation with a dancer (Robin, maybe?) who said she was 29 but really looked 19. Should have taken her back instead but was thinking about the next credit card payment so I hit the exit door.