Lethargic Club

I entered Mr Happy's on a weekday evening and was greeted with a demand for a seven dollar door charge. Whatever. The bartender was reasonably quick in getting my beer, but that should be the case when there are four patrons in the club.

The quality of talent was low, at best. About three black dancers (two on the heavier side) and one Puerto Rican dancer (on the heavy side). One dancer came over looking for a drink and a dance, but her pussy stink was wafting around so I made it a point to move on. By now, the bartender had went and sat down with two customers and two dancers. That sucked, because i was thirsty.

The skinny dancer came over. At least her pussy didn't smell, so I bought her a drink. Nice girl, but I declined on a lap dance explaining that the doorman had a tendency to loom around the open lap dance area, which ruins any ambiance. She tried to upsell a VIP dance, but I declined. Finally a couple of more girls showed up, although it was now down to two patrons. I sat at the stage and went through the same "your doorman has ruined your business" line, and was told that I would definitely enjoy my time in a VIP with the girl on stage. Promise! Promise! Never had an unhappy customer, it's all about the repeat business.