The Hustle Was Strong At Cf

On my three club Houston tour, we'll call this one Strike One! First time visit to CF after reading several reviews. $10 cover charge seemed steep but nevermind. I was thinking I'd find some hottie and have my way with her. Upon walking in I was attacked, like a cow carcass thrown in the amazon and instantly devoured by piranhas. yeah, okay, maybe not that bad but you get the picture. Within 3 minutes of sitting I had been visited and made offers by every single woman in the place that was not otherwise already engaged. That kind of hustle, to be admired if we're talking short stops, or if you are their pimp, always puts me on the defense.

And while the ladies were mostly reasonably sluttily attractive, and that's a compliment from me generally speaking, there was something a little too ...hard, or ...pro about these girls. No pretense that they were here to have fun. They were all about earning those dollas. Anyway that's all fine and I can usually get with that program and have fun, but I just wasn't feeling it from any of them this particular night, certainly not feeling like taking any of them upstairs, even though going up there would be a more or less sure thing. I was almost about to relent and take a mixed latina for a couple sample dances but hesitated just a bit longer, hoping for a sweet GND spinner with D cups, (AKA Unicorn) to come make me her lover for the night.

Finally a young ginger came out and I thought, okay maybe this one. She walked towards me and then just as I smiled at her, she kept walking past and sat with the PL at the next table, some dork wearing dockers and a tweed jacket. I'll call him Professor. Anyway, at this point I gave up all hope, finished my beer and split, went home with blue balls and rubbed one out.