Flame On Playa......

Been coming here (no pun intended) for years, ever since I was of legal age. I go all the way back to the $1 dance days. Actually dated a couple girls that worked here. Mesmerize was one and Blaze was another back in roughly 04-05. Anywho, on to my most recent visit......Came through and joint was reasonably crowded. Maybe 10-13 dancers or so and a nice mix. I saw some of the ones mentioned on this forum and some that seemed relatively green. I have always liked the vibe here, no matter who you are you kinda feel like a celebrity. Something about the layout of the club, looks more Hollywood or Vegas style than any other club in the Chicagoland area (though I've never been to Atlantis which I heard is really nice). But the raised stage, the lighting, the comfy chairs, the sexy ass waitresses, etc. it had been a few years since I had been here, so maybe the nostalgia made me overemotional.

Nice mix of chocolate honeys on this night, and one little spinner came and made herself comfortable right away. She has a Caribbean accent and had tight little braids. Spinners normally aren't my thing, I normally like 'em thick, BBW or tall and leggy/busty. This girl was maybe 5'2 like 110 or so. Anyways, we chatted up and I honestly hoped that after 20 minutes or so she would walk away so that I could get accosted by this one taller, full-bodied chick that walked by a couple times. But she stayed, and we talked about our favorite music, families, careers, real estate market, and the president. Then, things got interesting:

She asked for a drink, and once I bought her one she took two sips and mentioned casually about how horny she was. My antenna went way up immediately. I asked her why didn't she do anything about her situation. She then said something to the tune of, "I'm trying to now..." Then she commanded me to follow her to the flame room for a dance and I did so like a little lamb. Once back there I immediately thought of the movie Casino. It reminded me of the money room, where everything is kinda in plain sight, but nobody sees what goes on and who takes what. And the briefcase gets filled and delivered every week, but once again nobody sees anything. They have all these chairs halfway encircled by a see through veil, and the chairs are arranged around the room. However, nobody seems to "see" what is going on back there. She picks out a nice spot for us and then sits on my lap for the remainder of the current song. As she rests on my lap, her hands are kept busy by massaging my fully swollen appendage.