Horse Fucking Stories And Vip Don’t Mix

Indifferent review on what was a dud of a visit. She screams at the top of her lungs, in a dramatic reenactment of how those horse fucking bitches sound in the videos online. Shrieks like a dying cat.

I hear footsteps and a bouncer comes streaking in with a flashlight. He didn’t really seem amped up. We’d chatted earlier and he’d gotten a tip. But I could tell he was definitely in split-second decision mode. Guy had discipline, though. He recognized immediately she wasn’t in any danger and stood down. I just said something casually about she was telling a story and got a little excited. He gave me a quick nod and told her that she can’t go around screaming like that, then walked off. Last I saw of him. No hassles.

It’s Vegas and people get the shit kicked out of them routinely, so it’s a toss up what happens once a bouncer goes into react mode. But that guy was pretty chill. The tats he was sporting told a different story, so I appreciated him being a professional about the mix up...she was pushing OTC very, very hard. A hot black dancer, well put together but her huge fake rack had hardened up and was distracting. Nothing worse than a dancer who’s not really doing it for you insisting that she is. I ignored the red flag about her walking up to me at the bar before my eyes had even adjusted to the lighting, but I’ve been around the hobby so long that I’ll get complacent from time to time.