I Got High W/ A Dancer

Last time I visited this place, a little blonde cozied up next to me. She was cute and I think because I was decently dressed and tipped her for her time, she stuck around chatting me up. Some girls circulated and stopped when she would go on stage, but none of the others interested me. This place has seen its good days in the rear view mirror, and I have been propositioned for OTC $200 from a black girl a few years prior.

It’s rare to see a cute little blonde girl in this joint, so I had fun playing the Rick Dugan system on her, locking her down so she wouldn’t go anywhere else. Funny how she opened up her life to me even telling me her dealer is coming by to sell her some weed. She asked if I smoked, and then 5 minutes later sure enough she hugs a black guy who came in and did the deal. It wasn’t much, like $30 worth.

Now this was all back when this placed was called Cheetahs. Maybe a couple years ago. I accompany her to the smoking patio and she already has a joint rolled up. No fear in her, as the blazing began. After she takes a couple puffs she asks a couple other guys if they want a hit. They said, “No thank you. We’re cops and I’m going to have to arrest you.” Suddenly this dancer shuts up and pleads to be let off the hook if she puts it out. They guys played along for a little before letting her off the hook, but it was really comical seeing her nearly shit her pants asking to not be charged. Enough of the side story, now back to the dances....