Nice way to enjoy lunchtime...

As a creature of habit, I have to periodically remind myself to break the routine every once in a while and not to just go the club where they know my drink order and I know all the girls' names. Today was the day I decided to go somewhere else.

My first thought was to try Tiffany's, a club I'd never visited before. When I got there about noon, there were only two cars parked in the lot...manager and bartender? So I headed back east on 410. I passed Sugar's—which I just don't like much— and pulled into Perfect 10.

It's been awhile since I visited P10. The door girl didn't charge me a fee, so I stood at the door and looked around to re-familiarize myself with the layout. I was heading for the bathroom when a waitress asked if I needed anything. I ordered a drink, pointed at a table, and said I'd be back.

I had barely sat down when C*****l sat down. Tall and slender, with long dark hair, she was fairly cute and quite talkative, so we chatted while I gave her the once-over. When she asked if I wanted a dance, I said sure, and we ascended two steps to a somewhat more private spot, NOT a VIP section. I got a couple of dances from C****** and enjoyed them. She grabbed my hands and put them on her tits and I appreciated the gesture. She had B-maybe-C cups, all natural, and they felt nice, except for the damned rubber coating on her nipples. During the second dance, she was called to the stage, so I moved back into the main room and sat at a different table. An annoying, pushy gal threw her arm around me and got way too close to my face and asked if I wanted company, but I told her no. She left, pouting, but soon another girl walked up and asked the same question. This one intrigued me, however. Tall, with a curvaceous, womanly body and about six inches of cleavage showing. Her face was pretty and her smile was very appealing, so I had her sit down. M****h is a life-long San Antonio girl; she said this was her first day at P10, but she had danced before at Tiffany's. We made a bit of chit-chat, but I was eager to see those huge titties, so we moved to the same couch I'd been on earlier.

M****h's dances were considerably hotter than C*****l's and when she unveiled her breasts, I was a very happy man. Triple-Ds or better, once again all-natural. Her areolas were so big, she had about a half gallon of latex on each one. Still, I got to explore those beauties in some detail, encouraged by her. She also seemed to like me rubbing the crotch of her outfit and was really into snuggling and rubbing. Had three dances from her and then broached the subject of meeting outside the club sometime. She punched her number into my phone and asked me to try it to make sure it was right. It was.