The greatest strip club experience of my life

I already detailed my first night at Hong Kong. Here is Part II, on my second trip two nights later, this past Tuesday.

After my awful “arriba” experience on Sunday, I spent Monday at a regular bar near my hotel in Rancho Bernardo and planned on doing the same Tuesday before catching my flight home Wednesday. I debated long and hard whether to give HK another try and decided to go for it, since it’s not like I’m in the area every day.

As expected, the bar wasn’t nearly as busy on this night. Surprisingly, once again, I wasn’t approached by a waiter for like an hour. That was fine by me since I set a three-beer limit whenever I drive and didn’t want to keep being pressured to buy a drink.

This time, I had a plan. No arriba, no fucking. That’s not for me. I was just going to finger pussies and feel titties for dollars and buy drinks for a few ladies.