Hit or Miss

Traveling out of state from O'Hare and made the stop at the HB's to see if I could get my groove on before I made that 2 hour flight in the sardine can. Geez, flying just blows these days. I can remember the good old days before Obamacare and airline deregulation, but I digress. Made my way thru the turnstiles, always like a place that has those, makes me feel like I am at Six Flags, because I want to ride those Mammary Mountains and get my Peter salted. Always like to see what the talent level is at this place, what is amazing is that there is a latina, that has not aged a bit, must in her 40's and still looks real good, always comes by and offers her services. Well, not in the mood with her, but I had to make the best use of my time, so I grabbed a table by the door near the bathroom from where the ladies locker rooms are located to make sure if there was a lassie that tickled my fancy, I could make a bee line and get those lappers that HB is famous for. After about 30 minutes of nursing my beer and knowing that I had about 30 minutes before I had to jet, a youngish brunette swished by, nice perky tits and a a fun attitude based upon her demeanor. I stopped her before she went to the back and asked if she wanted to entertain this old coot, she accepted and told me to hang tight while she freshened up. After 10 minutes, she came out and made her way over to the table smelling like she had taken a shower, I love that. After the intros we made our way back to the lap dance ride room, and I told to keep dancing until I told her to stop, she whispers in my ear, that I wont regret it, after about 6 of the finest pole polishing dances, I have LDK'd awesome! Off to O'Hare for the suckfest called airline travel...