Grooving on a Friday Afternoon

Becoming a frequent flyer to the Foxy -- let's hear it for "flex time" at work! This visit, I didn't arrive until four pm and had to leave by five, but was definitely in the mood for some private action. Said a prayer to the strip club gods and walked through the turnstile and to the bar.

I'll be damned if it wasn't answered within fifteen minutes by a stunning young thing going by the name of Asia. A stunning natural beauty, she defied gravity working the pole; perfectly formed breasts and ass did the same on her petite frame. I tipped vigorously, gave her my best smile, and counted my blessings when (post-dance) she came to sit on my lap.

Twenty minutes of (brief) conversation and (three amazing) private dances later, I left the club a happy man.