Tough Sunday at EB

The quality of talent was superb on a Sunday afternoon. There were a half dozen really good looking young, thin, South American chicas as well as another half dozen good looking, curvy, Brazilian MILFs. Along with a smattering of a few born and raised in the USA dancers, and some well worn regulars who have worked the vinyl lap dance seats of EB for years. The lineup was impressive! There were at least ten dancers who I found to be solid 7s or better. And there were only ten patrons (if that), so it seemed like it should have been a buyers market. But, EB economics don't always fall in line with traditional supply and demand curves.

As I sat at the rail, deciding upon which of the twenty courtesans to take up on an offer, a 30-ish white dancer with a nice, thin, body who was throwing off a "submissive" vibe suggested that we visit the back. By submissive, I mean that she was suggestively playing with the strings on my hoodie as she gazed in my eyes with a raised brow and a nod. Her attire was clearly along that line, too. That thought was intriguing enough to dismiss that she wasn't on the top-10 list in terms of looks or body, so off we went. I was rewarded with a ridiculous air dance from a foot away during which any attempt at *anything* was thwarted. Since somebody (either her or me) had clearly missed the recent memo about lap dances, I quickly stopped our time in the back, and then was aggressively informed that $80 was due for three dances. Although it seemed like one dance to me, I paid up, but checked with the bouncer on the way out. To his credit the issue with resolved and I received a refund from the queen of the air dance - which was awkward. I immediately grabbed the first young Latina in sight and took her for a few dances to figure out if there was a new set of rules regarding EB etiquette. I'm glad to say it wasn't me who missed the memo, things are the same as ever.

I returned to the stage, and was bewitched by the moves of back to back Brazilians. The second could have been a young 35, or a hard-lived 25, but she had an amazing set of man made mountains paired with a Brazilian booty and a slim, firm, body. Off to the room for my third lady of the day - things were feeling back on point. After a couple of fantastic dances, she suggested some time in VIP, along with a quote of $400. Given that price, I suggested perhaps meeting outside the club might make sense. To which she readily agreed, with a quote of $1000. With a big smile, I explained that neither of those ideas worked, but I absolutely loved her negotiating work. Upon my departure from the dance area and my return to the stage, she came over and sheepishly tried to revise her quote, but my mood had soured and her cut throat nature was too clear, so I politely declined. To which she suggested, "you are out of money, huh?"