CH3 Continues to please

For some reason, I found myself pulling into their parking lot at 9am. It’s a 24hr club, so I figured what the heck. Well, at 9am, the cleaning crew was well into the swing of things, and it looked like I was the only customer.

I went to the bar and ordered a Coke. Too early for a beer for me. The bartender served up the Coke and told me it was too much of a bother to ring it up. I still tipped him a buck.

Izzy was the only dancer at the bar, and she quickly stepped up to greet me. She was a skinny A-cup with all sorts of midwestern pretty. Call her a solid 7. She was also really nice, so I figured a couple of dances were in order. They were some nice dances, right up to the edge of the house rules. Next time I see her, I be getting a few more.