How they've fallen

It's been a hot minute since being on the block and for some reason, on July 4th weekend, it was pretty dead, though if I were at the Hustler Club, I'd might have a different perspective. After going to the dead Circus Club, I decide I'd try one more club here before heading off. After getting through the door, the gaggle of strippers at the front door were pretty much on me. The one stripper was really on me, was her nails digging into my crotch. There was no escape at this point. We went to the opposite side of the bar and I more or less accepted a dance from this woman. She wasn't too attractive and was pushy like all get out.

Throughout the "dance" which was a lot more expensive then I remember some years back, she was really trying to get me to get a more "private" dance. At some point, she said I was going to nut in my pants with all she was doing....No I wasn't. No I was not. I very rarely wanted a dance to end quicker so I could get going.

I bounced after a quick piss and don't really think I'm going to go back. I mean the block's bad, but this was...dreadful.