Weekend at dusk

As I entered to pay the $15 cover, the blonde manager walked out from her office to ring me up and give me my change and receipt. I usually head right for the men’s room to piss after sitting in traffic for an hour. I usually toss the receipt upon entering the men’s room, but this particular time, I had to piss like a racehorse so I folded up the receipt with my change and put it in my pocket. Thankfully I did, because upon leaving the rest room a minute later, I came face to face with some new waitress who takes her job way too seriously. She asked if I paid, I say yes, she demands my receipt which thankfully I still had. She then studies my receipt to make sure I didn’t doctor it, and holds it up in the air to the light to make sure the date and hour are current. WTF.

That interaction pretty much put my visit in a sour mood. Dancer wise, there was actually two Asian girls working. Asians are a rare treat in Strip clubs. The first was Chanel who looked like she did not want to be there. Top and bottoms stayed on, and after her dance, she’s retreat to the dressing room. The other Asian was a new girl named Erika. Her bottoms stayed on, but at least her top came off. She came by with the generic “wanna dance” with no small talk, so I passed.

Other girls I saw, Mackenzie, a Latina looking girl with a huge butt, and small boobs. Breezy, a dark skinned girl, but was very attractive, and Rukka, who was a tall brunette, perfect naturals, Who closely resembled the porn star, Karlie Montana. She didn’t give any hints or insights on her dances, but I’d probably get an air dance from her on sheer looks alone.

However, this particular visit I was on a mission to try various girls who caught my eye on previous visits, but none were there, so I left after the rotation looped a couple times with no new faces.