Stick to the Budget

It had been over 2 months since I had set foot in a strip club and I was beginning to wonder if I had grown out of this phase of my life, NOPE! All that it takes is the magic words, "You have to go to Detroit for business, bingo! the mine starts to race as to what club(s) to go to. Well, since the PC has seen it glory days pass, are we all not hopeful that it will rise like a Phoenix... I only had two choices the Coli or the FC, staying in Dearborn made the choice easier. The FC it was, now my fellow reviewers have been pointing to the fact that predatory GPS pricing has taken hold or it requires an iron will to stick to the budget. I arrived at 5:30, ordered the proverbial bucket, so I could scope out the day shift and if that worked out then off to see a movie, really can't handle those double headers these days.

The day shift had about 10-14 girls, and no one really floated the man in the boat. A couple have "played" in the past, but it did not really seem like that was the route I wanted to take this day/evening. Waited for the night shift roll call to grace the stage and there was about 15-20 ladies at 7:00 pm with 4-5 that piqued my interest. After about 30 minutes the ladies started to circulate in the room, and I was confident that I could zero in on that one who checked all the boxes. The first gal was a Blondie bee who seem to have good game, but she was at the high price point and that was not going to happen, really? She flitted off and nestled in with what looked like a high roller in a booth, well 1 down 4 to go, the second one stopped by and she looked better on stage than up close, so now there were 3 remaining. The third stopped by at about 8:00 and here name was Melody, a light skinned AA who really made Junior stand up for attention, her conversation was fun and light, she did mention that shed danced at all the usual places in Detroit, but had been at the FC for about 6 months. She noted that she never meet me before, told here the usual that I come during the days, sometimes nights, but had not been to the FC in about 2 months, I think that was her que and she leaned in a made sure Junior was paying attention and said that we shouldn't waste any time. Up the stairs we went, paid the usual tolls and gratuities, had made the necessary agreements and found her way to her favorite booth.

Clip went up and her top came down, and she looked at me and said get comfy, cause you will back sooner than two months after I get done with you. Well, what is a gentlemen to do, but take instructions from a lady. Her technique was second to none, and I have had none in the past. Took like 6 songs to get back to reality and I wish they had an oxygen tank on the second floor, cause I was a little breathless. She did key in her digits in the phone, for future play dates. Back to car, and down Michigan Avenue to the hotel and in bed by 9:30 with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head.