Burned and it's my own fault.

Stopped in on the way home from work after spending a few hours at Bogarts. Feeling the afterglow of a great night at Bogarts, I stopped simply because I was in the area and I wanted to grab a quick beer and check out the lay of the land. The place was pretty empty, I'm assuming because many of their clientele were at Bogarts enjoying a $10 vip dance promotion. There was a a bartender, 2-3 waitstaff and maybe half a dozen dancers. Shortly after arriving I was accosted by this african american woman whose name I cannot remember, she was a little thick (which I like) with fairly large breasts and an unshaved muff. Thinking with my smaller brain I let her talk me into a trip to the vip room, even though I had already expended the bulk of my resources at the other club. I had a couple of twenties left and I was feeling generous so I paid the $10 vip fee and we went to a booth where I let her fuck me and not in a good literal way. I just wanted one lap dance, it was all I could afford and it was all that I wanted. This aggressive mercenary bitch demanded more money, wanting me to pay for multiple lap dances up front, so I gave her all the cash I had on me, $30. She suggested I hit their ATM but I had already abused my debit card at Bogarts and wasn't down with paying a $10 ATM fee. She told me to come back when I had more money and pretty much closed up shop and left. I don't think we were back there for one full song. So, long story short, I finished my beer and left, feeling like a punk bitch. I will return to H8 in the future, probably on a Monday when they have a $10 vip dance promotion because, perversely, I like the dive bar atmosphere and dancers with tattoos, stretch marks and bruises but this chick will have nothing coming from me.