The Girls Pass the Baton

Walzed in about 3pm on a weekday afternoon. Lots of girls...maybe 20 or so and probably a similar number of customers.

I took a seat on the edge to look over the stage show. Most of the girls were mid range but there were a couple in the upper range. I was enjoying the stage show when the first dancer approached me. She was young and reasonably good looking but her classic lines, "Where are you from?" were delivered in a bored montone. I couldn't believe she would be any more enthusiastic in private so after the one minute of scripted small talk she asked if I wanted to go for a dance. It was easy to say no. She moved on. I felt sorry for her in a way as I am sure that approach yields a lot of negativity on the custies part which must be a vicious circle. A little enthusiasm goes a long way.

But I got that in spades from the next girl. She approached me and without a word knelt before me taking my hands and wordlessly placing them inside her top. As I explored her hand massaged my lap. She asked if she could sit down. This was more promising. We talked briefly and I detected an Eastern European accent. I think she said her name was Sonja or something similar and I assumed she was of Russian or Czech descent. She was only mid range looks but she knew how to keep me interested. I did the dumb tourist routine which I enjoy as I had her explain the club to me. I suggested she show me how the private dancing works and she got up and led me towards the private couch area at the side of the club. I trailed a little behind enjoying her ass sway when she looked back, smiled and said, "Come along and bring Junior with you." That sort of happy banter boded well.