Talent talks ... unfortunately

Royal’s name at the top of the list felt like an emergency brake. Before I could walk into BallParkl, I was stopped. The next names on the list – Jade and Tatiana – threw me in to reverse. Before I even knew what happened, I was in my car and headed south on 13 destined for something else, anything else. Didn’t matter who were Nos. 4 and 5 on the BP list. I just didn’t want to see one through three.

So off I went to the Raven in the hope that there would a better ratio for the eyes, if not the dick too. I was surprised how crowded the lot was. Inside, there weren’t that many seats to be had.

Nor was there much fun. I mean, mostly everyone seemed to be having fun. But none of the talent seemed to be interested in dancing. By talent I mean good-looking girls like Misty or giant knockers like Diamond’s. They and those like them spent their time in one-on-one conversations at the bar while ones with all the cellulite, the ones whose lingerie looked ill-fitting because the bodies that wore it weren’t made for those styles. The girls whose lingerie cut in the wrong places, they did the dances. The talent just talked.