Riding the Palomino

Riding the Palomino

If ever there was a club that epitomized Las Vegas, it is the Palomino. It is a seriously nice club, well apportioned, and tastefully decorated. It is also expensive. It is NOT an extras club. Well, probably not. I got the barest hint of a maybe that there might be something more than a HM+ LD available, but if there was more, it existed in the ultra expensive, super secret, can't show you unless you put up your left testicle as collateral.

I arrived on a Friday night at 6pm. The club was a little slow, but there might have been 8 or 10 customers. There looked to be a dozen or so dancers in the club, and there was one on stage, going through her set. First impression, the girls were 7s to 9s, although an older dancer was pushing the definition of 7. Most of the dancers were athletic in build, some thin, some plushy, but no one was near fat. (Well, I am, but I don't count!) Right near the stage is a sign posting the VIP pricing. The entire night, not a single dancer varied from those prices, at least that I heard of. On the other hand, every dancer pushed for the VIP. Normally, this would irritate me, but every single dancer, asked to sit on my lap, and then laid on a 3 or 4 song get-to-know-ya/GFE, before asking for the VIP. All the while, I'm caressing and rubbing and groping some seriously nice ass, and receiving the occasional titty hug. That seriously takes the sting out of poppin' for the VIP.