So so

I stopped by Dancers for a little fun on my way to the airport on a Sunday afternoon. It was pretty dead with only a few girls working and only a bar tender- no waitress yet.

I had one girl stop by my table and strike up a conversation. We chatted for a few minutes and then went back for a private dance. Usually this is a pretty high mileage place, but this time was different. Once the dance started, she pushed my hands away and said her boobs were reserved for the second song ($20 more). They looked pretty good,and i was short on time to try another chic, so i stayed for a second dance. When the second song started, and she let me touch her boobs, she started complaining about how it was only for lightly brushing them. Total rip-off. Next time, I’m going to Brad’s Brass Flamingo instead.