throwing money away

I thought I would check out this club- the details about layout/parking/etc. are all well documented so I wont bore you. Monday early evening and a handful of dancers working. A little on the curvy side but better than the usual washington park talent. As the talent curve goes down the extra curve goes up in most clubs/cities. Was approached by a dancer who was pleasant and probably the most attractive of the group (according to me). We chatted a bit and discussed options for privates. There are way too many options, with different rooms and times (minutes vs songs) and levels of privacy/depravity. Normally I can keep track of things like this and do the math in my big head and make the best decisions. Not today.

I opted to test the waters in the regular private dance area (big room with a separate stage and little love seat cubicles surrounding it. We were the only ones in the room. I picked a 3 song spin (songs seemed to be played for a decent amount of time). Dancer was doing an OK but not excellent grind and kept telling me we should have gone to the next level area as we would have had more fun. She didn't elaborate so it was probably up-sell stripper shit. I was not going to take the bait.

Afterwards she asked if I was sticking around and could she hang with me. I said sure. She left for about 3 minutes than returned with another dancer and told me she was feeling sick and leaving but didn't want me to be alone so she brought her friend over. I hung with her friend for a few minutes and decided no chemistry was happening and got up to leave. As I was doing so, dancer #1 called at me from the bar where she was sitting- she told me the club wouldn't let her leave. Again more stripper shit. Wished her well and went on to the next joint.