Mission Control
I found myself in Seattle with plenty of free time. Decided an adventure to Pandora’s was in order. I was the only guy in there for a bit. There might have been 4-6 dancers working. I recognized the waitress / hostess. The manager name was one I didn’t know.
I won’t lie. I’ve taken many missions to the cosmos and found myself with some excess money in my space exploration budget so decided another trip was needed. It didn’t take using my telescope to site my destination. There was the occasional distraction from a Taco Truck vendor but I had decided a while back I would not partake of that lunch option anymore. To each his own. I did see a young kat looking to get petted but you have to use some wisdom before picking up strays.
It wasn’t long before mission control and I were in direct communication and my titan rocket was on the launch pad. Maybe because it was early, things were darker than morning, much like the pre-dawn space shuttle launches I grew up watching. Maybe the head of NASA forgot to turn on all the launch pad lights. Honestly the dim setting made it easier to focus on the task at hand.
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