Been a long time

Arr. 4:30 About 40 cars in lot, seemed to be less people inside. Ordered my usual club soda from a 40ish waitress who was only semi attractive/friendly Asked about buffet - she mumbled something about 2 drink minimum. WTF? First two dancers I saw were very attractive. One (Hope) has awesome natural C cups, nipples covered with minimal silver tape crosses - which she said she removed in private dances. Generous in onstage fondling. Next few were unremarkable - skinny w/no tits, fat, etc. One no tit wonder berated me for asking about the universal use of pasties. "WE'RE legal here!!"

Hope danced (top on) in one of the 6' circular cages at either end of the stage, collecting small tips. Polly $40 over 7-8 songs. I noticed she had developed a "glow", so I took my cocktail napkin to her and dabbed her face and downward. She seem to appreciate. Told her I wanted to talk about private dance. She came to my table shortly and spelled out the deal. $30/song; $90/15min.. Implied that the privacy level was about the same for either. We agreed on a dance, and also that she should 'cool down' first. She disappeared for a half hour. I started to leave and saw her working on the cigarette machine. She asked if I was ready, I said yes. Then she went on stage- said the manager was forcing her to go onstage before doing a private for me and that she had ignored me because that mgr. had not been there to take my money. Again, WTF. I told her that, if I was understanding her, the "manager had screwed her out of my dance(s). I left.

That manager also did something I've never seen before. During each dancer's 2nd (and last song) he walked around the stage scooping up her dollar tips; then seemed to hand her the wad, as she left the stage. Once more - WTF. Also there was a tip bucket (literally) at the steps onto the stage. What's the fun in that???!