Dream Girls On A Wednesday

On a recent Wednesday night I felt like seeing some boobs, so I headed out to Dream Girls. I walked through the doors and paid ten dollars to the extremely cute door girl and a courteous bouncer-type welcomed me inside. I had to use the restroom and was glad to see there was no attendant. I don't mind tipping someone a buck or two, but I don't really need some dude squirting soap on my hand for me.

I sat at a table near the elevator. The club is very nice, fairly well-lit and was definitely busy this night. Eventually a very lovely server came by and fetched me a Budweiser, charging me $6, which didn't seem like what I've paid before, but whatever. I gave her a ten and told her to keep the change because she was just that cute. There appeared to be 10 or 12 girls working that night, according to the electronic board above the DJ area.

There was a young African American woman named Jade on stage. Not my type, but not bad. While I watched her, an adorable blonde girl approached and asked if I'd like company. I recognized her from Little Darlings in Flint, and her name is Cookie. Since I had just arrived and wanted to see what else the club had to offer, I said maybe later. She winked and said she'd check back before too long.