The scorching brunette

I should have gone home. I kept telling myself to turn around and not go to the Rhino again. I have a wife who is a perfect 10, why do I need to attend the Rhino again! I always drink too much and tip liberally, spend and spend more. But most times I can convince myself it was worth it, and generally it is. I've had many girls absolutely convince me they were having orgasms while they panted and gyrated upon me. I usually take control in the Private dance area, the girls seem pleased to have a man that isn't afraid to handle them rather than just sit there salivating hoping to nibble on a nipple.

This particular night there were a dozen or more girls, some I recognized many were new to me in spite of my having returned bi-monthly over the last year. There were a couple scorching brunettes that I couldn't resist luxuriating over. I sat drinking for some time spending $8.50 per Crown and Coke and tipping $2.50. Several girls approached and I rebuffed them, even the girls I'd enjoyed before, I seldom repeat unless she's truly special. I'm very selective and I know some girls think I'm an ass but I decline politely repeatedly until the one I desire emerges.

When she arrived at my table I was feeling too smiley and tried to play it cool, knowing full well that she didn't care. I bought her many drinks. We shared some genuine laughs. I had done 11 dances with her the week prior, it had involved some mutual hair pulling and slapping. A good deal of nearly punishing grinding, copious perspiration. The workout was intense. We both lost track of the number of songs and she was visibly upset when she heard her hard work would only earn her $275. I gave her $500. She offered me her number, I accepted it and we planned ahead. I invited her to the champagne room which cost $600 for the scorching brunette in tiny G-String, over a hundred for champagne and another hundred for the room, plus a generous tip for the manager. All told, it was a good sum. But once in the champagne room I was delighted participate in an experience like I'd not had in any club. I'm not boasting when I say she enjoyed herself as much as I did. An hour later we exited the room perspiring and shared several more drinks. Once we could stand again, I purchased another hour in the same room, which turned out to be exponentially more sexual. I'm not a church goer, but I had a religious experience at the Rhino