Like riding a bike

I had some time to kill before I had to catch my flight and decided it was time to hit my favorite brothel.

The basics: $5 cover, $7 beers, $10 fee for the private dance area. Three stages, with dancers on all three every fourth song all dancers not either due for the next rotation or giving privates which gives you a good opportunity to see if there was a diamond in the rough you missed.

Dancers were the usual Bogsrts mix: 1/3 good, 1/3 mediocre but doable in a pinch and 1/3 fucking scary. I tipped one of the good dancers on stage, a hardbody MILF with bolt-ones with a fresh face for Bogarts. I was very impressed and began to wonder if she was down with the Bogarts standard. I needn't have worried, within a song she was discussing the menu and had dropped the thong, I decided to help myself to a heaping serving of pussy and so we got after it, a few songs later I came down very happy.