I'm gonna remember her name...

Middle of the afternoon, no meetings for the next 18.75 hours; why not spend one hour (or three) in my favorite strip club, but before I hit up HiLiter, I stop by the BSC. Dark. Like Really Dark. ZZ Top at the door, but no pat down, no wand, and no cover, nice way to start. More comfortable and adult like. Three stages are open, and currently filled with 9's and 10's. Hottest Day Shift, hands down. Walked in a skeptic, walked out with a smile. I sat in between stages 1 and 3, small round table. Smoked a bit of sativa before I walked in, and started with Coke, lots of ice, and a bottle of water. $8 +$2. Tipped a few girls on the stage, but literally nobody sits on the stages...strange. Intimidating maybe...I mean the girls are way hot now, and the season hasn't even started. $10 Floor dance $20 VIP.

Then I met a girl...young and pretty, quiet and sad, but playing the part of happy.

She tells me her name, and I laugh as I say..."I will never remember that"!. She seems unfazed, yet attempts to remember mine, I hear her break my name into parts, put back together and repeat in full. Lizette maybe? I warned you I'd never remember it, but I can't seem to forget you.

I invite her to dance for me, as we head up three small steps to heaven. Takes me to the last booth. Always a good fucking sign. Seductive grind. $100. Nothing inappropriate, no boundaries pushed, just a great dance, from a little minx.

I don't get to town much anymore, but I always start at BSC.