The Thing That Wouldn't Go Away

I had a couple hours to burn on a recent Tuesday afternoon. Thought I would check out the Landing Strip. It had been several months at least since my last visit. Being the middle of the afternoon, about 3 pm, the lunch crowd had already left for the most part. There were about 6 to 7 ladies working and only about 4 guys in the club. I figured I had about 3 hours until the dinner/night shift guys came in. I sat at the bar. Got approached by 3 of the ladies. Very friendly, and not too pushy, given the economics of the situation. I explained to one that I was just there to have a couple of beers and relax. Beers were $5 or so. The ladies ran a variety of body types today. Thick, thin, tall, short, white, black, Latina. So I started talking to a hotter black chick named Jasmine. Bought her a drink $8 and change. She was smart and flirty, with a touch of dirty, in other words seemed to be a lot of fun. Decided to get a VIP dance with her after discussing pricing and menu items. We decided on $160 for the entire menu-which included BBBJ and CFS until the end.(No Greek available…THANK GOD…more later on this). Went to the back and she proceeded to grind on my lap like she really wanted to get herself off. Let my hands roams a bit all the while whispering dirty talk in my ear. She gave my neck and shoulders a massage while grinding my member. She had her hand in my pants before the second song started. I had been grabbing at the crotch for longer than that. I use the groping as a way to judge overall performance. Suddenly, just as she started on her BBBJ work, I caught a whiff of something…foul. It wasn’t a skanky pussy smell, it was ASS! Couldn’t be that she just farted? Nah, it will go away. Then it came back again, and wouldn’t go away. IT was bad…really bad! So much so that I went limp! All I could think of was to get away, and fast! I muttered something like, “I have to go” and zipped up in a hurry. She seemed angry until I gave her the $160 for what amounted to 2.5 songs worth of work. We were done, I gave her the cash and she told me when I come back and have more time we can get a booth in the back that is more private and then I'll get to see how much fun she can really be. I smiled and though NEVER AGAIN!. How do you tell a dancer that she needs to wash her ass? Should you even have to? I can’t be that blunt, but it needs to be said. As we went back to the bar, we passed the bouncer, who I quietly told about the issue with Jasmine. He smiled a little awkwardly as if to say “Yeah, we know…”. All in all, I cannot say it was even fun. I was hoping for a fun distraction for a lazy afternoon, but instead got the stink finger that wouldn’t wash off! I felt like burning my clothes.