Road Trip to the Kitchen

It was Saturday night, I had the itch and wanted to go somewhere different. I decided to take a ride down the Garden State Parkway and give Bottoms Up a shot.

Walked in and at first felt a little bit like a fish out of water, being an older white dude in a bar in an ethnic neighborhood; but after I paid $4 for a bottle of water (I'm not a drinker),as I sat there for a bit that feeling dissipated and I kinda enjoyed the atmosphere of it really being a place where a guy can just come in and hang out and check out the sights.

And speaking of the sights, overall not really a whole lot to write home about. There were three girls kind of dancing, two working there way around the bar doing the dollar parade. They both of the thicker variety,which is not really my thing, but one of them had fried egg tits and an obnoxious personality, Iccck!

The third girl was dancing on stage and was somewhat slimmer than any of the other girls, for my money she had the best body there. I tipped her a couple of dollars and when the set of girls dancing changed, she came over to me. She told me her name was Maria, started giving me a soft, sensuous rub over the shorts and asked me if I wanted a dance.

We negotiated the terms, $20 a dance(I got 2 as to not have to lose momentum) and $60 for her. We proceeded to the "world famous" Kitchen, which is without a doubt the most run down looking space I have ever had this kind of encounter in.