I was driving from Ohio to Tennessee and wanted to break up the drive with a cold beer and some scenery

I was driving from Ohio to Tennessee and wanted to break up the drive with a cold beer and some scenery. Not much in the mood for conversation. So I stopped at Cowboys late one afternoon, and it worked perfectly. There were 8-10 dancers there. None gorgeous but no dogs either. About half just stayed in dark corners sitting with, I assume, regular customers. But they never went back for private dances. I don’t understand how girls who do that make any money. Anyway, I tipped several girls on stage and shortly thereafter the best looking one asked if I wanted to go to private dance room. It wasn’t private, and the DJ would turn around looking for rules violations every so often, but I achieved my goal. The dancer allowed free range hands when DJ not looking and, although she kept her thong on, she pulled it aside to allow a view of the goods several times. Near the end of 3 dances, when she knew I was leaving afterwards, she really went to work, rubbing my crotch with her breasts and stick shifting with both hands. Always outside my pants, but very effective. Mission accomplished right at end of last song. She was happy and so was I. Well done! I tipped her and went on