Normally I don't like to bother...

Normally I don't like to bother with "topless" clubs. I only break out my petty cash to see bare pussy. But like previous reviewer said, RP is easy to find and close to the truckstops, and there I was so...I gave it a shot. I wish I had read SteveDallas' review before my recent visit, which was certainly not as productive as his. It was a Friday night, and although there were plenty of girls to choose from, few of them were scorching, and some of them were fat and ugly. I was also getting pissed that I couldn't get the attention of waitress nor bartender long enough to get a lousy glass of beer. I just about left, then decided I should try to salvage something for my $7 cover. I sat down to relax and see if anyone could spark my attention.

About that time a lithe black chick in a white cotton mini dress stepped down from the VIP area to cruise the main club. She looked wonderful from across the room, but the closer she came the less interested I became. She asked if she could sit with me and I agreed without being too eager. She was very pleasant and tried hard to get me to spring for a couch dance. In hindsight I wish I had bought one from her just because she was so nice and was working so hard. But I was cheap and turned her down repeatedly. She even went to the trouble of scolding the bar help and then bringing over a small pitcher of Bud Light, which I of course paid for and then gladly shared with her. But I was not interested in her charms. I got up and tipped 2 or 3 chicks on stage while she sat at my table.

Then an absolute vision stepped on stage. The hottest chick in the place hands down. 5'4", covergirl face, perfect ass, 125 lbs, black hair, violet eyes, glistening olive skin, very Mexican, very hot. She was wearing much less than any of the other dancers too, which got my attention perhaps faster than her 100 mph looks. Her outfit featured no more than a crop top and a microscopic translucent thong. The top didn't last 15 seconds, and when she arched her back as she danced her pussy spilled beyond the fabric of her delightfully inadequate drawers again and again. She kept blushing as if this were all by accident. Her only flaw was these enormous man-made boobs (way too big for the rest of her petite frame). She was oozing hotness and I had to get a dance from her. After stuffing her anal floss with my tenth or twelfth single dollar bill during her two song stage set I asked her to come get me when she could. I went and got my beer glass and moved away from the black girl. When the Mexican approached me we went directly to the VIP area. I paid $20 cover to go up there, and then had 3-in-a-row lap dances ($20 each) with this hottie. It was great. She was into it, and there was ample mutual ginding and groping. I managed with some degree of stealth to stick my thumb into her tiny thread of a waistband and peel it back to reveal her beautiful shaved beaver 6 or 8 times without much protest. Several times she gently tickled and stroked my manhood though my khaki shorts too. I was having a wonderful time-but when the third song was over she said thanks and immediately popped up and set about finding her next victim. I guess she had Christmas presents to buy. Upon reflection I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed myself, however, I've had much better lap dances on the border before. By now I'd spent my ante so I headed for the door. Blackie caught me just before I ducked out and demanded that I go to the couch with her too. I had to get a little mean with her before she would leave me alone and I'm sorry for that.