Hit or miss

Club Castaway, being just off interstate 91, is a place I find myself thinking about as I approach, but never know exactly what I'll find. In my most recent visit, the place just looked dead when I arrived--one dancer slowly finishing up, another who didn't look so exciting just stepping up.

But the place has its pleasures. It was so slow I had the dancing area nearly to myself, so just for sitting and nursing a $5 club soda (with tip) I had a relatively normal-looking local college girl getting naked for me and dangling her boobs over my head for two seconds, and with two bucks placed at the rail, I had her giving me full attention with her legs spread as wide as possible.

Now, I may have high expectations for what I like at a club, but I sure can't complain when for my first seven dollars I have a naked girl all to myself squeezing her tits and rubbing her pussy while making a face that says, "I know you can't resist me."