One girl working

And I’m not even complaining that it was one girl. She was a brunette with frizzy hair. As soon as I walked in and paid for my mandatory beverage the DJ called her on stage. A couple other PLs came in right after me. The one girl danced for the first song with her clothes on. I tipped a couple bucks, and so did the other PLs. After that, she took off her top, and I gotta say, this one girl might have been enough: she had some beautiful breasts. Natural C cups with huge areolas and nipples that you could hang your car keys on. You see, I was out and about and thought I’d hit up a club (this was the nearest) and see if the girls offering a lap dance were worth it. I’d be in and out before my wife missed me.

She came over and sat with me and chatted for a bit. A Russian or Eastern European accent surprised me. I was intending to do their usual 3 songs for 80 the moment she offered. Then she did: she offered a lap dance for $200. When I asked about the 3 song deal, suddenly her English “was not so good” then said I could go $250 for longer. I said I’m not doing a lap dance for that price. I’ve never seen a dancer get so insulted and leave in such a huff. She huffed over to the other PLs and I left.

Note to self: Sundays aren’t good strip club days.