Unexpected Encounter

I was in chilly Indianapolis from central Florida for a Thanksgiving visit with family in suburban Indianapolis. Instead of Black Friday shopping, I opted for Black Friday strip-clubbing, and I'm glad I did.

I'm not very familiar with the club scene in Indianapolis, but I have been to the Brass Flamingo a few times on previous trips back to Indiana, so decided to start there. I ended there as well. the club has been well-described by other reviewers and needs no further elaboration. My overall impression has been one of good value but that's where it ends.

On this visit I met a young gitl-next-door type who was also in the circle city for a turkey-day visit from Colorado and who decided to spend a few hours working at the club to pay for travel expenses, shopping, etc. She said her stage name was F****; I never caught her real name, which is of no importance. She looks to be mid-twenties, brunette, goes about 5'7" tall, probably around 125 pounds, lovely C-cups up top. Just my type. We had a few perfunctory dances which were nothing to write home about, but as I was leaving she suggested perhaps we could have dinner together and have some fun on the outside. I thought, why the hell not, so we exchanged data and I promised to call her on Saturday, which I did.