Never Trust a Stripper

This is a bad review but it's kind of my fault. I got snookered. I met a dancer at another club and we really hit it off. It was a low mileage club and she told me if I wanted to do more with her, we could do that at Paradise, where she also sometimes worked. We exchanged cellphone numbers and she told me she'd text me when she was working at Paradise. A couple of Tuesdays later, she did. She wrote to say she'd be there for the afternoon shift and I thought this was a lucky break because I had to go to Riverside that day for a brief but important meeting and I'd be passing near Paradise on my way home.

When I got to the club, she wasn't there. I went to the men's room and from there I texted her to ask when she'd be in. She texted back "Real soon, wait for me" so I did. I waited and waited.

There were other girls there, of course. I counted five and they all hit on me and offered the most wonderful experiences but none of them appealed to me. I hate excessive tattoos and piercings and two of them wouldn't even have interested me without them. Also, the club seemed kind of dirty and there was an odd odor like they'd bought the cheapest air freshener they could find.