Changing of the guard

The word here is that at least two daytime dancers recently departed, and that one (my 1st or 2nd ATF) was fired. She may have moved to Florida to continue her “dancing” career. She was an ATF because almost everything was on her menu. What a kisser, to start! And a very tight box.

Perhaps the rest of the menu was available too, and I just never asked her. Anyway, today’s day shift had three dancers. One with nice big naturals knew how to squeeze them when she wasn’t bobbing in CBJ activity. Fun, but not the same.