Merry Christmas and what to do with that candy cane

Well, just got back from my visit to Michigan for the Christmas break and it would have been bad form to use my brother-in-law's computer to write a review. I believe that would be a violation of what ever man code I live by. So I was in town a bit early with the family and used the age old excuse of meeting up with some high school buddies, I know what your thinking yeah great excuse, some of these girls were in high school last year, but I digress. Knowing that I had limited time to get the presents and make a mad dash to the FC, I approached my visit like the invasion of Normandy (Planning, Planning, Planning). First, off to the MDEN in AA2 to get that maize and blue wear that my brother in law always likes, then a quick stop at one of those chic chic places downtown for my sister-in-law. Done, 15 minutes off my three hour cruise....down I-94 and zip zoom into the FC. Always nicely decorated for the season. A significant bevy of beauties this afternoon, best talent in a long time, not sure the reason, but might have to do with the shortened week. Pretty crowded, but got a spot on the side bar as you come in. A couple of lookers that I knew from previous visits, but I had a kind of "been there and done that" attitude, was looking for someone new, that I had not seen in the past. There was about three or four that fit the bill and appealed to my libido. I knew that I couldn't play that waiting game, as time was precious. One of the dancers was a blond MILF, who had some nice bolt-ons, she started to dance and like a bee to honey I was up at the tip rail with a couple of Lincoln's from my drink order, she leaned down and gave me the proverbial kiss on the cheek, with the response I was looking for..."do you want to me come over after my set is finished?' Of course, I said and asked her what she would want to drink, low and behold she said wanted me to spend my money upstairs! Yes, a true saleslady. She gets done with her set, and flutters down through the tables and makes her way over to my seat. Does the meet and greet, and then whispers that we should take our discussions upstairs, now I know what your thinking ROB alert, but I just had a feeling with this one. Up the stairs, around the back and to the toll booth, dropped him a tenner and made my way to a booth midway back. She sits on my lap and asks what I would like for Christmas. We agree upon a rate and boom Santa's helper is taking to my candy cane like Elves to syrup. We conclude our business, she gives me her number for some future time in toyland and I make my way back to the North Pole...