Saturday at Silvers 6 PM

I haven't been to Silvers Lounge before 11 PM for quite a while. Since it was raining all day long and I had nothing else to do, I drove over to Silvers at around 6 PM. As I walked in, I noticed that it was completely dead. There were three black girls sitting together checking their cell phones. Another, a grotesque Euro lady with a thick accent who resembled Jabba the Hutt, sat at the bar checking her phone and completely ignoring me. There were no other customers in sight.

After I ordered my drink ($6.50) from the nice accommodating barmaid, I started to watch the junior hockey game on TV. The game must have been on 4k because the video was super sharp. Unfortunately, the sound was turned off.

Within a minute of me sitting down and receiving my drink, Christina, an old buddy of mine from the old days, sat down on the stool beside me. She used to run and work in the massage parlours in town that were prevalent at the turn of the century before the local town fathers deemed them reactionary, exploitative and decadent and had them all closed down. We exchanged pleasantries and howhaveyoubeens. Christina was a Romanian lady in her early thirties with large tits, tanned skin and a nice little fuckable body replete with a nice round ass and slim waist, the typical gym type body . She typically works days. Within a couple of minutes, she asked if I wanted dances. I assented and we entered the VIP area on the right side of the stage. We chose the very dark corner cubicle. She asked me if I wanted some extra treatment, which she would gladly perform for $1 for a Billy Joel song or $2 for a Frank Sinatra song. I demurred and asked her instead for a few regular dances.