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I returned to 2001 Thursday for another adventure. This time I wanted to be smarter, more patient and selective. Eventually a lovely dancer named Misha approached me. She is white, a little older than some of the other dancers and carries a few extra lbs, but more than made up for it with personality and the promise of fulfillment. The 3 for 60 private dances were a delightful appeteaser as she worked her grind and cast her spell upon me. Her breasts were a sensational treat for my hands, face and lips, and I think I am going steady with her right knee.

After a little coaxing and assurance from Misha that I'd be happy, I coughed up the $275 and we ventured upstairs and found we were the only ones there. Once settled in, our time was more like a seductive date than an transaction. We talked about things that turn us on, exchanged shoulder massages, etc. as Misha kept me on the edge until I could remain there no longer.

It is difficult to say that my $275 was well spent, but I have to say I got my money's worth. When our time was over, Misha told me to bring a toy next time.