Decreasing desires

Driving down I-95 again and I need a break from the road. My usual stop, Wacko's, has an overfilled parking lot and two police cars out front, so I go to plan "B," three minutes down the road is Doll House. Other reviewers have mentioned the decreasing talent level and recent lack of energy in the Doll House - something I had not noticed before. This visit I noticed, the place was dead slow. I was the only customer at 3:00pm on a Monday afternoon, the DJ was taking the door fee ($5) and drink order (also $5 for a soda). I originally saw only 3 dancers, but three more wandered out while I was there. Katya was not there, nor were any of the regular dancers I had seen before. Two of the dancers were overweight, one was skinny enough to convince me she was shooting up instead of eating, and the other three were no better than 6s.

A black dancer (one of three) joined me and after saying. "Hi," didn't say anything else for several minutes. Her buck teeth and tats kept her ranking at 6 in spite of a toned body and nice natural "C" cup tits. I finally made a joke about her talking "too much," which did get her attention and she started a line about worrying over a bill she had to pay (surprise, surprise, surprise). Just to avoid the whole sad story, I suggested a dance. We didn't negotiate anything or even discuss menu before she had my pants unbuckled, unzipped and my pole in her hand. Then - she asked what I wanted. A brief discussion was followed by four songs and a BBBJCIM. We settled up and I got back on the road after spending $131 total. It wasn't as much fun as other visits, the lineup is not as good, but some things are still dependable.