Case of the Mondays

Had some time to kill, so stopped by Follies Monday night around 10:30. Parked across street, so didn't pay valet. No line tonight, which was a relief. Got the pat down and paid $10 to enter and $1 tip, so lady behind window wouldn't yell at me.

There were a dozen dancers standing around right inside the door, as I entered. My eyes were still kind of adjusting as I passed between them. I didn't want to look like a creeper groping them as I came in, but they were kind of blocking the door.

Anyways, once inside i took a lap to check out the talent. It had been several months since I had been to Follies, but not much had changed. Mostly black, all shapes and sizes, mostly 6s and 7s. Lots of smoke in the air and some presumably drug dealers at the high stools along right wall.

Within minutes I saw a knockout I hadn't seen before. Name Monet. I reached out to her immediately, small talk for a minute, and she asked me if I wanted a dance, which I agreed to. She's black, medium build, very pretty face and eyes, tight stomach, firm but big was, and big fake tits. I'm not usually a fan of the fakes, but she had great nipples, large, pointy, and she sucked then during her lap dance, and didn't mind when i rubbed my lips across them.