Champagne room shnaggians

I slipped in late, after 12am. The place was packed with scarcely a place to roost. There were maybe 20 dancers, most were 7's some approaching a high 8. I managed to squeeze into the bar where a constipated looking barkeep was furiously washing glasses. I made attempts at flagging his attention -wanting my usual 8 dollar whiskey on ice but even when his eyes met mine they blazed, "you can fucking wait." Ten minutes later the constipated clod decided his dishes were done and decided to ask what I wanted, I told him and he directed someone else to make my drink. I tipped liberally for the drink and noticed that a petite blonde had sat herself on my leg.

We discovered she enjoyed my brand of whiskey and ordered doubles for each of us. I'd come in to see this one whom I'd had a considerable amount of fun with on two previous occasions - even though I don't usually go for blondes. She was 22 and bubbly, but 20 years younger than me and the conversation was forced until we both had two more double shots. After a hour of drinking and her talking incessantly about things kids talk about, I decided it was time to move things to the VIP area for a charge of 20 dollars I received a glow in the dark bracelet that was my pass to traverse into the VIP area. This was where I put her through an audition to see if she was amenable to suggestion: the test delighted her and she professed that it made her very wet. So I took her from the VIP and purchased a 30 minute champagne room pass for 30 dollars.

We ascend the stairs to the room which passes directly behind the DJ who I tip a $20, seeing as he's the individual watching several tv monitors, I figure he's the one watching through the camera plainly positioned on one wall of the champagne room and directed at my crotch. She admitted it was her first time in the champagne room which is a room as laughable as it is pitiful. Illuminated with dim lighting and barely twice the size of my kitchen panty. It contained a very dilapidated sagging and well crushed black pleather love seat, a disproportionately large coffee table and a wee little stage with a pole. There may have been a dusty faux potted plant somewhere in the room. There is no sound system in the so the only music we hear is whatever muffled thuds of bass penetrate the walls. There was a fan sitting on floor to circulate the air because there seemed to be no ventilation in the room, which was hot.