Rock bottom

I decided to spend some time on The Block on a recent Tuesday afternoon. I started at Jewell Box (boring), then went to Harem (one dancer almost convinced me to go upstairs), and then to Circus. I had a great time at Circus earlier in the year and wanted to see if history would repeat itself. Unfortunately, it didn't. While I had a decent time this visit, it sure felt like hitting rock bottom.

There were a surprising number of dancers that afternoon, and many of them came by to introduce themselves. They covered quite a range, from a spry early-20s spinner named Nelly to grizzled veterans who left no doubt in my mind about what would await me if I was to buy them a large drink. Although I do like nasty clubs, one of these veterans made me feel like it couldn't get any nastier, and it was really too much. This 40-something dancer told me to hold my hand out relaxed, fingers dangling limp. She told me that she had no gag reflex, and she showed me what she would do upstairs by sucking my index and middle fingers into her mouth and down her throat until she could lick my palm. She explained that she'd be licking my balls and it would be my cock down her throat if we went upstairs. The feel of her throat on my fingers was too much, and in combination with her well-worn looks it almost turned my stomach. I think there may in fact be for me a strip club experience too nasty to be enjoyable.

But luckily I connected with Nelly, a vivacious person with great eyes. I bought her a large drink, and we moved to the couches at the end of the bar for some fun. If it wasn't that she was 30 years younger than me I would have wanted to take her on a real date. She was marvelous. What she's doing working in a run-down place like the Circus is beyond me, but I was glad she was there.