Turns out I was in the right place at the wrong time

Arrived at the Brass Flamingo around 7:00 pm on a Friday to discover the club was in the middle of a shift change. After sitting on a bench near the side wall for about twenty minutes waiting to see if any girls hit the stage, I was finally approached by the shot girl. I wasn’t going to buy any of that test tube garbage, but the girl was very friendly with a great body, so when she asked if she could sit with me I of course said yes. After about twenty more minutes of conversation and still no girls on stage, she offered to check the locker room for dancers or said I could just get dances from her if she cleared it with the club manager. Apparently this girl has danced here and at numerous other clubs, but moved to waitressing at the request of her ex. Not sure if the story was true or just a sales technique, but it worked. She said I would have to pay double for her dances which still only amounted to $150 for a 15 minute private room. Once in the room, her clothes came off immediately and both of our hands wandered freely. After about five minutes I requested some special attention that she agreed upon for a $100 tip. I got what I came for, as I generally do when stopping by one of the clubs on Highway 19.