Club to Myself

Went to Dreams Cabaret on a Saturday night. Arrived at 8:00 pm. Walked into a cavernous interior with one and a half floors and four stages. Eight dancers and one customer – me – bouncing around inside. The interior is fit for any night at the Roxbury club. The stages are well lit. The rest of the club is dim. Out of the eight dancers, two are 4s, one is a 7, and the other five are concealed in the murk. The music blasting is a mix of dance and mumble rap.

A pretty Hispanic dancer, a 7, with B cups, came over and introduced herself. Said she was from El Paso, but wanted to move to the sea. Claimed she could dance anywhere in El Paso, but that this club was the best. She thought it would pick up by 9:00 pm. She said last Saturday was standing room only. Indicated the club really filled up at 2:00 am when the bars closed down.

Was next approached by a young white brunette who was considerably thicker then my preference. Said this was her second job. She lived in New Mexico and commuted an hour each way to dance. Indicated multiple girls made the commute from New Mexico and some car pooled together.