Juicy

After a long commute on the Schuylkill, I needed a break - both a bathroom break and a mental one - so I detoured a bit over to Just Enuff. I hadn't been there in a while and only once before during an afternoon visit. I didn't have much time, but made the most of it. I walked in the door (no cover) and made a beeline for the men's room. Somewhat clean, working soap, and working hand dryer - but non-working door lock.

I went to the far end of the bar where the dancers exit the stage and ordered a bottled water. Not sure how much it was since I didn't count my change from a $20. Shortly after parking myself on a stool, a tall-ish, mostly in shape blonde, Juicy, came by to ask me if I was there with the degenerate sitting next to me. I was not. She was flirty and I was in a hurry, so I agreed to a "private dance" upstairs. As the club is a converted house, private rooms are just bedrooms with the doors removed, and cost $30. There was nobody else upstairs so I could have economized and gotten the couch at the top of the steps for $20.

We get into the room, she lowers her top and shows me that she isn't wearing underwear, and starts grinding. Contact on butt, legs, and boobs was permitted, but nothing else (despite a "let's get upstairs while my boss isn't here" line before I agreed to the dance). Still, good, high-energy lapdance featuring some dirty talk and a few peekaboos from her kitty. I left a tip and left the establishment and continued my drive, but in a more relaxed state.