A good time at the end of a dull night

On this dead Monday night in August (around 10pm), I had already been to two clubs and had surprisingly poor experiences (see my August reviews of Bunny Club and Diamond Dolls). I just wanted to get boobs in my face, is that so much to ask from a strip club? Fortunately Syracuse has several bars within walking distance on Salina Street, and I knew from experience that a night can turn around pretty quickly.

Bada Bing doesn't seem much better at first glance tonight, but at least there's no cover tonight. There's one cutie who is wrapped around a customer. I get a beer and sit at the bar. There's a girl on stage (the stage dances here are fully clothed) who has a nice chest, but short hair. Nothing wrong with short hair, but I like to play with a girl's curls, if I can.

After her dance, short-haired girl comes to the bar; she is enthusiastic and interested in talking to me, and I gladly buy her a drink. I tell her about my less-than-stellar night so far, and she assures me: she would be glad to put her boobs in my face, complete with touching and sucking. Now she is talking my language.