Damn

I had an afternoon off and was heading out of town, but decided to adjust my attitude for the road. I assume everyone can read, and knows the physical details of the club -- on the edge of Lawrence requiring some back street navigation. On the plus side, ain't nobody going to see you there you would prefer didn't. Interior better and bigger than the outside suggests. Black paint with mirrors on the back wall the create the illusion the club is even bigger. Restroom clear and roomy.

Step to the bar and order a water. After about 5 minutes a young dancer I'd met before waves from a table. I join her; she's immediately hands-on friendly. Hmmm. Our last visit was the week she started dancing. She was sweet, but not aggressive or particularly nasty. There's nothing like experience on the job. I buy her a shot ($6 plus $1 tip for the waitress), and we start enjoying conversation at the table with a lot of mutual hand exploration. After about 10 minutes of this she convinces me to head to VIP for fun. As state below, $10 for wrist band and $20/dance.

Young lady leads me to VIP by my cock. We arrive to find five to six couples engaged in various faux love activities on sofas placed along the room's four walls before finding an empty one for ourselves. As we wait for the first song, my beauty starts with a little innocent gear shifting. Once the dance starts, it's soon apparent she has no boundaries. She's certainly learned her craft since our last meeting. This is supposed to be one of those "touch everywhere put the kitty" bars, but she encourages titty sucking, clit rubbing (I love how you make my clit hard) and kissing. Before long, her panties are pulled aside and her pussy is getting a good workout from my nose and lips.

We're having a splendid time, and I'm wondering where this is going to go, when another dancer tells her she's due on stage. Buzz fucking kill. That lets my pussy besotted mind return to actual real world concerns and the knowledge I did actually have an appointment.

So I tip her the money I owe on stage after we exchange digits Two miles down the road, I get a nice candid selfie