Silvers on a Sunday night

I like to drop by Silvers on Sundays. While it is not busy at all, there are usually four or five girls (generally two or three black and two or three white) to choose from. The pace is more relaxed with down time between dancers while you stare at a blank stage. You also may have to get your own drinks at the bar since the waitress may or may not show up.

Last Sunday, Misty came over to my table. She is a tall brunette with long hair and recently improved bazooms that are hard as rocks, so don't cross her or she'll beat you to death with her tits. Her menu is extensive, but I generally abstain, citing religious restrictions. My disagreement is her use of fruit flavoured rubber wear, disgusting. Instead, she manipulated my hard stick shift adroitly. Her tits are large and rocky, and she has no qualms with wandering hands and fingers. I usually need five dances or so to force my Johnson to spew his guts, and that was the case Sunday.

There is no cover anytime here. The girls are 5-7 and are not as pushy or upselling (unlike my friends at Alley Katz, "touching my pussy will cost you another $20, or if you want to eat me, it will cost you"). There is always lots of parking, and the place is seldom packed. On Fridays and Saturdays, there are usually around 10-12 girls and the place is bouncy and louder. The VIP is the coziest and most private in town. The bouncers and managers never intrude on any indiscretions.