Trust your gut and you'll find great gals here

I visited Pandora's on a Thursday night a few weeks back. It was a bit of a dive with two stages. For 15 or 20 bucks (I can't remember the Thursday price but Saturday was definitely 20) you get admission and unlimited soda. The first and main stage is situated where the seats are placed about 6 feet from the stage. It is like a model run way with blinding and flashing lights. The second stage is a small 6 x 6 hexagon that acts as the warm up stage. I liked spending time here because it was where I met a very beautiful, friendly and outgoing Vietnamese woman named Lily. We chatted for some time. She is very flirty and lets your imagination and hands roam freely as you converse. She recently started squatting and loves to show off her great legs and places your hands on them so you can appreciate her dedicated work. I'm a legs guy and this was very much appreciated. For 40 bucks a dance, she provided a very sensual dance that set the bar incredibly high. She lets you feel her up while she sits on your lap and this doesn't change during the dance except you are enveloped in the visuals that lie in front of you. She is not shy to let you get up close and personal.

Given that I thought the midweek talent was solid (mediocre beside Lily), I wanted to check out the weekend talent. I went in on a Saturday and paid 20 bucks for entry and unlimited soda. I came in after midnight and the place was very active. Many more gorgeous women on Saturday when compared to Thursday. The dumpy little place that only had one shining star brightened up on Saturday. I watched some great stage talent perform very acrobatic tricks, which was in stark contrast to the Thursday dancers where most of the girls grabbed the pole but were very unlikely to be able to climb it, much less sustain themselves on it. During this time I was approached by a very cute young lady named Jojo.

Jojo had the looks but had no personality. She didn't speak much and did not carry a conversation well as she only replied with yes or no answers. She asked for a dance and going against my gut feeling I agreed because I thought maybe she let her body do the talking. Boy, was I wrong to not trust my gut. For 40 bucks a dance, she kept on her top, jumped and straddled me mid-song and slowly, unrhythmically started lightly grinding on me. She might as well have sat on Santa's lap because there was nothing going on there and absolutely no enthusiasm. I asked if she could remove the top and she said that would be extra. I said no because I got all I could have ever wanted from Lily for 40 bucks. The dance was so bad I actually asked her to stop and call it good.