Screw Virginia

Nothing against this club... It is Virginia and the pasties law that has me about ready to never go to another Va club again. Pure Pleasure is just off the main drag (Midlothian) and parking is ample. Paid cover ($10?) and chose to immediately enter to the right to see what might be hanging out on the alcohol side (did not need a drink but thought I'd check it out. Spent just a minute there and then headed to the left side where the stages are (one main stage and another smaller one against the far wall). About 10 girls "working" though it seems there's always a few that aren't trying real hard to get themselves dances. Used the bathroom which is in need of some work, and then settled on a fairly comfortable but worn sofa against the wall with the smaller stage that wasn't being used. Waitress took my order for a coke ($5 with tip?) and I then sat back to take in the talent.

Got up from my perch just a couple of times -- once to tip a brunette that was cute and had a fit type of body though a little lacking in the curves department, and once to tip a lighter haired girl who had the desired curves though not the prettiest face (definitely not ugly however). She responded to my presence at the stage and flashed me a nice smile and seemed to assess my looks by running her hand from the side of my neck to the side of my head. I rotated my head to kiss the palm of her hand; and she told me I was sweet. Upon concluding her three-song stint, she made her way to my sofa. We carried on some small talk while she sat close to me, and I finally got the nerve to re-position so that I could begin massaging her neck. A few minutes of that led into a pretty thorough back massage which for me is an opportunity to get my hands just far enough along the sides to make a little contact with the bottom side of the boobs -- just a brief brush of them. No retreating on her part whatsoever. The massaging continued but with no more boob brushing on my part -- don't want to seem like someone just out to get a feel -- and she soon asked me to take her to the private dance area. I asked the details even though I pretty much knew the deal, and she said there would likely be a "two-for-one" coming up, meaning two songs for $50(?) I think.

Now even though I know there is much more mileage to be had in other states when it comes to lapdances, I have to give in to the urge in Virginia every now and then because it can be weeks at a time before I get out of the state. This dance did not disappoint, however, as one-way touching was allowed anywhere but the crotch, including a nice fingering of her butt crack (from waist downward about a finger's length -- very nice!). More than once she maneuvered her breasts to my mouth for sucking and apologized for the pasties but said it felt so good. Damn pasties. She had me hard of course and then seemed to bring herself some enjoyment by the crotch grind she was initiating. If I didn't know better, I'd say we both got off; I'm certain one of us did.