Headlights Galore

Went in to see my latest favorita - a hot dirty-blonde milf type who loves to give you a sample of her curves when you order your first drink at the bar. I was wanded up and down, paid my $5 entrance, ordered a drink and there she was in a crop top and hot pants modeling her outfit to anyone who half-showed interest along the round bar. Sometimes she alone is worth more than the $5 admission. She loves the Friday after-work crowd, usually closing the deal quickly. Ten minutes earlier I was in the dreary Post Office - now I'm in a dim lit bar and this babe is flashing her round, naked headlights in front of me - is this what makes America great again or what? Told her to give me time to get my first brew buzz - and then a new pair of headlights appear from nowhere, massaging my back before I got into the second sip. A weaker guy wouldn't last 5 minutes in a place like this - it's on a scale of 7 to 8 boobs harassment. I ran off to hide by the stairway corner but they kept finding me with dance offers very hard to refuse. The dirty blonde with the 36s reeled me in - a dirty dancing session followed that won't make it on youtube for years I'm sure. Good grief almighty, I was outnumbered, half-buzzed, worn out and licked by a pair of bouncing 36Ds - a wild weekend in the making. If I stayed much longer for a second round, I'd need at least one Uber to get my ass home. I got the hell out of there and damn fast and swore I wouldn't be back again until maybe Saturday or maybe in my dreams that night. This ain't no club ad - it was one hell of a happy hour outnumbered 3 to 1 by boobs.