Surprise, Tuesdays are pretty dead

Sometimes you don’t get to pick which days of the week you can go to a strip club. In my case, a Tuesday evening around 7pm was the best chance I had to visit this club. I had been to other Spearmint Rhino’s and I typically find them pretty upscale (costly but nice) with pretty good action and usually very good dancers to choose from. Well the choices were pretty bad this night. There were less than 5 dancers and the first four I saw were not attractive at all. I felt sorry-almost to the point of pity—when one, pasty white, pudgy-in-the-wrong places dancer came up to me and tried to start a conversation. I tried to be polite in letting her down easy, but I’m sure my avoidant eyes indicated pretty clearly that I was not interested—at all.

After waiting for 45 boring minutes, an athletic black dancer took the stage. I love athletic bodies. She had a decent face and was a sexy dancer but her sculpted ass and legs were what convinced me to ask for a dance.

I got two dances with her. She offered very nice one way friction and then asked if I wanted a private dance. I always want a private dance, but that doesn’t mean I should get one. I declined and went home with more money in my pocket left over than usual. I consider that a positive.