Come Back, Old Follies

The 2015 or so heyday of Follies is long gone unfortunately, but there's still some fun to be had. It's been a while since I was able to get VIP for the usual $152 as many of the ladies of yesteryear are gone to other pastures.

Against my better judgement I danced with this STACKED Cuban (9 or so) who did a bit of stick shifting and lots of whispering spanish in my ear. I had a few drinks by then (still good prices on those, fortunately), so I was a bit more persuadable. She suggested going to VIP for a CBJ and said $200. I shouldn't have, but I went for it. I should have known something was up when she wouldn't let me touch her bolt ons and suggested it would cost an extra $20 to do so. WTF. Maybe they were new or something.

Anyway, we make it to VIP she does the deal and tries to charge me an extra $20 for touching her boobs while she did CBJ. I've never heard of that in my life, so I told her no thanks and walked out. On my way out I saw a couple of old faithfuls who could give HJs out on the high tops and avoid all the hassle of the VIP that seems to be going on these days.