I came in around 11 pm...

I came in around 11 pm on a Saturday and was greeted with the standard $20 cover. The place was packed, but soon emptied about 10-15 minutes later as a rather large crowd of college-aged kids must have hit their curfew or ran out of funds. Unfortunately it seemed like the better looking dancers also went into hiding when the crowd dispersed.

With the dead crowd, I ordered my obligatory drink and the waitress asked if she could send some girls my way. I am rather discerning and prefer to take initiative, so I gave her a nominal tip and declined her services. After nothing really catching my eye and onto my second over-priced mocktail, I saw a gentleman in a light colored suit (à la Dumb and Dumber) that seemed to know everyone. He got security to get him one of his regulars and went upstairs quickly. After he finished his session, I saw him return from the VIP with his belt in his hands and pants possibly undone. He quickly regrouped and went to the DJ to summon another one of his regulars. I thought the comically dressed man would be a good barometer for dancer quality, so I tried to see if I could initiate with one of his regulars. Unfortunately, the newly summoned girl, an augmented young blonde butter face, just sat with him for quite some time. He did step away from their table to greet another dancer at the bar, so I thought about interloping at that point, but thought I might be able to do better than young butter face.

Thus, I went for the girl he greeted at the bar and initiated after he returned back to young butter face. She had a prettier face though probably 30+ without the eye popping mammaries of young butter face. She was a well spoken Midwesterner and had a natural beauty, so ended up taking her to the back and eventually upstairs. Though they weren't the largest breasts in the house, her boobs were some of the firmest naturals I have gotten busy on for a girl that age.

Moral of the story is the goofy dressing regulars know how to pick 'em.