Fewer dancers, but the same VIP

Another trip through Jacksonville and another stop at the Doll House. It was about 2:30 on a Thursday afternoon, traffic was ugly on I-95 and I needed to get off the road. When I walked in, the difference between the bright daylight and the very dim interior was again blinding - it took about 10 minutes for my eyes to adjust enough to see around the club. By that time I had a soft drink, and some lean blond with several tats was sitting next to me. She made small talk as if she knew me - and I have been here before, so maybe she did - and she was holding my hand.

I didn't object, and since I really needed to get on south and sunset was much sooner now, I even suggested we relocate to the VIP for entertainment as we talked. For some reason she also thought that was a good idea and we moved to the far corner booth in VIP. She immediately stripped, unbuttoned my shirt, moved tightly into my lap, and said in my ear that we would wait for the next song. She then unzipped me and immediately began to draw my attention. By the first song, I had digital proof that she was wet, and she had my firm attention in her hand.

Three more songs and I had a surprise event (really surprise - I'm an older guy and it almost always takes a while) and we cuddled for a while then cleaned up, put clothes back together and walked out of VIP. I almost forgot to pay her and she hadn't asked, but before I sat back at the table in the main room, I remembered and handed her $140. That might seem a little steep for a combo handy and bbbj, but she was fun and I was feeling the "glow" (besides the club charge of $25 per song meant I owed her $125). She was glad for the money and we parted - me for the road - she to clean up.