Box of Chocolate

Stopped by at about 8:20 p.m. on a Tuesday evening. I pulled into the shopping center and circled by the front door and then into the parking lot. I passed a group of guys behind a car. One of them had his dick out pissing behind the car. I pulled into a space and sat for a few minutes checking emails on my phone. I saw a couple of strippers with bags slung over their shoulders going out the door to their cars. Shift change must be at 8:00.

There were a few guys hanging out on the sidewalk in front of the club, but I ignored them, and they ignored me. I was patted down by a large bouncer just inside the second door, and then paid my $5 cover and went on in.

The parking lot had been fairly full, but the club looked most empty. It had a nice girl/customer ratio—probably a dozen or more girls, half dozen or so customers. I went to the bar as usual and ordered a $4 beer. Consistent with my previous couple of visits, the girls varied widely: super thick MILFs to young spinners, weighted toward the former, but there were a couple of young spinners that caught my eye.