Listless and lanquid in Paradise

This club goes through swings of give a shit. It's kind of at a low ebb right now, which can be expected during summer in a college town I suppose. What usually draws me to the club is my ATF, but she's taking a break right now. With that, I decided to check out the evening talent, as she works day shifts. As a daytime regular, I get a

waved in without an ID check. Not the case at this hour and my yearly membership is past due, meaning a $15 renewal fee at the door.

There were six dancers on shift, none of whom knew me nor seemly much interested in doing so, content to hang with their regulars or sit listlessly staring a cell phones. Fact is strip clubs can be among the most boring places in the world if you're not engaged by near-naked or naked young lovelies,

After sipping my $3 water for about 30 to 45 minutes, my onstage tipping finally entices a young woman my way. She's short, brown hair, and very acceptable without being a knock out in any way. I buy her a drink ($5). We talk for about 20 minutes before I suggest we head to the upper level for a few dances. She turns out to be so enthusiastic, that I end up getting more than I intended. We get to know each other pretty well through the slow burn of $10/song.

Anyway, I leave about $150 poorer and pleased enough.