A weird visit

I've been to this place a half dozen times over the past year or so, so I thought I knew what to expect, but I had a really kind of strange visit today. Walked in from outside on a hot summer afternoon, and felt like I was entering a cave with club music. It was pitch black aside from a couple dim lights illuminating the stage and whatever light was creeping out the private rooms.

I mean, I seriously needed time for my eyes to adjust just so I could see if seats were empty or filled. I decided to take it slow by hitting the men's room right away, and needed to get rught up to the door to confirm it was in fact the right room. In the men's room, I saw a condom wrapper floating in the toilet. Hmm, I knew this was a high mileage club, but maybe it's gotten higher.

A half dozen women of color were in the place and a half dozen patrons. I got a Coors light and pleasantly rebuffed the first couple girls - I just wasn't feeling it yet, and I remembered the one - a Jamaican who is very aggressive about offering extras in the CD room. Finally, one rather large WOC dancer came by and suggested we go in the back. Paris was her name.