Repeat after me: there are no extras at the Sands on weekend nights!

Went out to a drinks and a show, then the Sands loomed large in the flight path of my Uber. Cash in hand, I stopped into a club I’ve been visiting on and off since 1992. The space is dark and kind of 60’s-ish, with a non-alcoholic bar, a small stage, an even darker lapdance area, and a new VIP area which is a room constructed from a bunch of curtains. For whatever reason I didn’t trip on that same step in the middle of the floor again. I wonder what the history of that step is? There were maybe 10 PLs and 5 strippers.

I watched the stage show for a hot minute until I was approached by a 20-something blonde b cupper who looks like a young hot version of my sister in law. Yes, this is dirty. I should feel bad. I don’t. We headed back to the Lap Dace Area (LDA) and started in on an energetic, hands on, tits out, grind. This girl is a clear slut and really seems to take her job seriously. As I filtered in and out of the LDA over the course of this night, I often saw her energetically and somewhat gymnastically servicing her customers. One time I stared straight at her mid (someone else's) RCG grind, and she smiled at me. I smiled back! A+ Whorishness, love it. Back to my lapdance… sadly the B’s were impaled with barbells which look OK but I don’t really like sucking on. I’m generally afraid I’m going to hurt the wearer, and anyway I’m going after sweet soft nips, not a mouthful of paperclip. After 1 $40 dance, I pitched the DC standard upgrade: CHJ, to which she replied: sure, for $700 in the VIP. Even in my inebriated state, I knew this was A) outrageous, and B) unlikely. I declined, and she countered with watching while I self-served. Um no. Her no extra dance was so good that I went for a 2nd anyway.

Back to the stage…