First Time at Bazookas

This was my first time inside Bazookas. The club is a long walk over from my office, and I hoofed it in the July heat just for a chance to get some attention. I walked in the door and saw the escalator up to the arcade, but skipped it because I was on a time crunch. The door guy was in a suit, which I found a little funny. He was genial and welcoming, and we joked a little as I paid my $15 cover. I walked through the frosted doors into the club.

The club itself was bathed in a low, red light. There was no one on stage, one dancer speaking to the DJ, one dancer giving another lunchtime patron a dance, and one dancer sitting by herself in the high-backed booth that faces the stage. The music was loud but not overwhelming.

The dancer sitting by herself made immediate eye contact with me. She's the one I would have gone for anyway, pale skin, dark hair, dark eyes, huge tits. In her late 20s. She introduced herself as Audrey and we chatted for a bit. I wasn't here to waste time, so I talked dirty to her trying to get a feel for what a dance might be like. Her voice was low and in a high register, which really turned me on. I agreed to try a dance and we walked back to the couches.