the waiting is the hardest part

Back through indy and yet another stop at the smoky hip hugger. I have yet to figure out the secret to getting attention of dancers aside from becoming a regular. I have only been there during dayshift so the night shift maybe different, but general consensus is that dayshift everywhere is higher mileage. I sat at the bar for 45 minutes and the only contact was from girls finishing their sets and doing the tip stroll. I tipped each time and made light conversation but no one seemed interested in asking me about dances. I moved to a table later and gave myself another 15 minutes to see what happened. right at the one hour mark a girl snuck up behind me and I felt boobs on the back of my neck. A voice whispered in my ear asking if I wanted a dance. I decided to not even look but to say yes. The karma god must have chosen to reward me for my patience as an absolute angel was now taking me back to lap dance row. She never told me her name but her body was fit and firm yet her skin was soft. Her face reminded me a bit of Lindsay Lohan and her breasts where nice sized and firm. I didn't think they were fake, but they might have been. I didn't care but marveled a the advancements in boob technology as these beauties were damned near perfect. We moved to a corner where she had set up a little clip on fan to keep her cool during her performance. She started in a standard forward lap position with good grind and stick shift adjustments. She found my roll of quarters and proceeded to try to count how many where there. During the next 4 songs ($10 each) she moved through a variety of sensual positions that kept the excitement level growing. The last song she was on her knees in facing me alternating between some Stevie Wonder style harmonica playing and Russian language lessons between those delightful orbs she was carrying. Of course this was all through the thin fabric of my shorts, so no exposure but plenty of sensitivity. After the deeds were done and the 2 jacksons were exchanged ( she asked for no tip) she led me back to my table. I noticed a butterfly tattoo on her back shoulder if that helps you find this treasure.