Oldie but Goodie

Ebony Inn can be hit or miss. Since the girls are independent contractors, there is no set schedule. There is no rhythm or reason to what days are hot or not. It is just the luck of the draw. I been there on Wednesday evening when the club is lit and on a Saturday evening when the club is dead. However, Today, looks like a great day! There are 8 dancers on the floor and 6 of them are in the 7.0 to 8.5 range. This is unusual for 5:30 pm on a Saturday. Maybe, because college is back in session and the young talent need tuition funds. The initial crop of dancers are my type, fit, firm, phat, and proportional. Yeah! Dancers that looked like a dancer.

As, I waited for the young lovelies to walk by, I was approached by a mature BBW stripper for a dance. I asked her name, she said Thunder, I politely turned her down, after all she was the complete opposite of what I desire in a dancer. As she walked away, I thought Thunder??? Wait a minute is this Thundder? I squinted and looked back in time 20 years ago. Is this Thundder, the super sexy stallion of a dancer, that danced at Skylark, Club 55, and Louis Rogue strip clubs back in the day. Thundder was a tall, thick, athletic dancer with full natural breasts, a snatched waist, muscular thighs, well shaped calves and a gorgeous peach shaped ass. She was HOT! She was an extremely popular dancer especially with well heeled older patrons and the cash laden dope boys crews.

Back then, the strip clubs didn't allow lap dancing. However, Margaret of SHO NUFF productions would host Lapdance parties at banquet halls. It was there, I got one of my first lap-dance from Thundder at such an event. She was one of the young phat women that converted to me to being a lap-dance aficionado.

Now, 25 years later, I am surprised that she is still in a young woman's game. She has morphed into a 42 to 48 year old BBW.

I chatted with her briefly to confirm her ID. For olde times sakes, I decided I would dance with her for two dances and tip her $20. She aggressively started the dance. She mounted me cowgirl position and started a down and dirty monologue in my ear that sounded like the best of Millie Jackson. She unwrapped a large brown jug and shove it in my mouth. She started to massage, tease, stroke, pinch and rub every pleasure point on my body. At this point in her life, she has expertly handled more dick than a John Hopkins board certified urologist. 8, 10, 12 dances later, I don't know, I lost count. She had me squealing like the GEICO Piglet, " Wheeee! Please stop....." I reached into my wallet and handed her a wad of cash. I was totally drained and satiated. All, I wanted was a cigar and some brown liquor. So that what I did, I left the club went home sat on my deck and smoked a Maduro cigar, drank two shots of Hennessy VSOP and reminisce.