Went looking for butter

I've always enjoyed the Colliseum. I usually have a good time a find a great mix between dancers. It's not the hole-in-the-wall I prefer, but for what it is, it's enjoyable. Decent amount of ladies tonight. But I wasn't here for any reason but one: to find Butter.

No, not the dairy product, but the one you can spread. ;)

A couple buddies of mine introduced me to this dancer a couple months back. I never got her name, but I've since called her a Butter and we hit it off with great conversation and my ever sizable wallet. She is a petite dancer, blonde hair, very energetic. You know the type. We go to the back room after negotiations and move forward with out business. After several positions, BBBJs and her increasing need to finish with a visit to the Greek isles, sadly, distraction occurred and things dried up. Butter had some drinks that evening, so she quickly left the back room, leaving me to feel stranded. I was about to leave when she came back in with butter from the kitchen. That butter was put to good use in Greece.