Two r four

Dancers? Four, to be exact. It was the usual drink and the push "to buy the lady a drink" but not too hard on this day. Had to wait for a while as the tall blonde with the small tits (forgot her name) finished with some customers and her stage routine. When she came over, she was extremely aggressive and promised me "heaven" in the VIP room, very hands-on salesmanship, and enthusiastic pitch. Somehow the performance lacked authenticity, though. I said I'd take some bench dances and we walked over. The bench dances were way beyond the call of duty, all designed to get me into the VIP. For bench dances, they were off the charts , but when it became clear that I was not going for the private rooms, her ardor waned and the dances became much more ordinary. I called it at that point. Down 60 bucks. I can't complain that the dances weren't worth it though, in spite of the phony passion. I went back to my seat and waited for the other girl I had in mind, a slender brunette named Megan. I had to request Megan because she just wasn't coming over. Quite the opposite from the blonde. No hard sell at all and she kept her distance too. I suggested bench dances. No better. She was just a cold fish. I cut my losses at 20 bucks, and then vanished into the night.