A Tour Upstairs

I was walking down Bourbon Street in early evening when a young, hot, African American girl beckoned to me. All the clubs seem to solicit customers to come in. I talked to her and she suggested at least giving me a tour. So I thought, why not? She showed me around then took me upstairs to a semi-private couch area where we sat to talk.

It was very comfortable, but the prices were sky high. The bartender also came and she suggested that if I buy a half hour and tipped her well, she would leave us alone and I could have closer to an hour. I just wasn't ready to pay that kind of money when there were no guarantees anything would happen. The girl was tempting, but I politely declined and went on my way.