Kind of a blah morning

Headed to the Foxy with visions of Asia dancing in my head (over the past six months, she's delivered two of my all-time best lapdance experiences ever), but she was nowhere to be seen. Spent a certain amount of time talking to Savannah (very funny, though for me strictly friendzone material) when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a tall drink of (chocolate) milk with natural hair framing a beautiful smile. Managed to catch her just as her shift was ending and we headed into the private dance area.

What ensued was a mixed bag. On the one hand, her body was custom-made for my wandering hands -- shapely, supple, and strong. Arousal was mutual, as evidenced by a pair of shorts I had to throw away afterwards. At the same time, she spent too much time trying to up-sell me to the champagne room downstairs and not enough time paying attention to what I wanted then.

Left with a promise to return and experience the CR the next Monday, but when other things got in the way, I wasn't altogether unhappy.