Lives Up The The Name

Was in New Orleans for a conference and of course had to hit Bourbon Street. There are some pretty dingy clubs there but Larry Flynt's was nice and clean. I paid my cover, walked in, and sat down at the bar. After taking in some of the views, I struck up a conversation with a cute young blond. She was very easy to talk to and not the least bit pushy. We chatted for quite a while before heading upstairs. She gave me a tour of all the various private rooms.

I could only imagine how fun a "bed dance" would be from her but I have my limits when it comes to spending money at clubs. I settled on a lap dance and fed the strange vending machine to get started (very weird). She did not disappoint. I ended up spending more money than I planned for the dances which wasn't that bad except for the mood killer of having to feed the machine more money.