I walked in to a rather crowded Wackos for a Sunday afternoon. I sat at the third stage. This is a recommendation because the girls I've met in the past on the first stage still have to make their cycle around. Since I'm the last one they see, they are more likely to stay if I ask them to. I wish it didn't take me so long to figure that out.
I saw three girls. First was in her mid twenties and claimed to be a bartender at a non-strip club bar. She strips once a month to even bills out. Theore we talked, she gave that weird feeling of the girl I'd take home to meet the family, which isnt what I ask looking for. She leaves and a girl, maybe 20ish and brunette, sort of disheveled approached me. I don't know if she was on candy or if she had trouble in heels. It was enough of a confusion to move on. So meanwhile I'm on my second beer (that was 2/$4) and I looked around. A lot of whispering between dancers and bouncers, plus some people from the kitchen walking around with raw chicken wings in a bag (which I thought was crazy weird.) Out of VIP comes a Cuban with the name A. She hops on the third stage out of turn and starts moving her underwear to the side for tips. I bring her to the back and she offers whatever I wanted for $400. (Hahaha. No.) The more you say no, the more she dropped her price. She got as low as $100 and I just called it a day. The closed corners make me think there is a camera videotaping the rest of VIP. Kraft has me paranoid.
