T's was dead

Stopped in after a trip downtown. Hot outside, dark inside. Two girls at the hostess station, but didn't ask for a cover at 3:00PM. Instead of sitting at the bar, went over to the tables on the south side by the back bar. One latina with a target, one rilly rilly big girl at the DJ booth, and a 40 something on stage. The guy at PR was tipping her, and she kept trying to catch my eye by showing me her box. I just laughed when she did. This must have constituted a challenge to her, as she came over afterward.

The conversation somehow got on the topic of getting a BJ in the club, she never said she wouldn't, but didn't say she would, or that she hadn't. I told her about the time I got a full on at Flashdance a few yrs back and she was flabbergasted. Kinda heavy on the flabb. She meandered up my leg to discover summer commando, and asked why, to which I explained the heat outside keeps my boxers in the nightstand. She mentioned I had I nice cock, so I showed it to her. That also surprised her. We went back for a 3 for 20, she played with the small head, but kept her box out of my reach. We were done, I was done, she walked, I finished by Bud Light and headed west. Slow, but not with some minor interchange. Think I'll stay closer to the Cheetah and Monroe's. Found out a High School friend's daughter is working there, she don't know who I am, so I may just have to give a little effort to further corrupt her. Headed for St. Louis at the end of the month. Will report upon my return.