A Winter Layover

Well, it has been a long time since I had been to a titty bar (I just love to type that). Used to be going at least once a month forever, and at one time in my thirties-and forties I was at the Detroit clubs at least once a week, those were the days. Well weather in the D was kind of iffy, but Chicago was cancelling flights left and right, so I found a place to stay by Metro or is it the ED MAC for the native Detroiters who remember that he was the Mayor of Livonia, at one time. Played squirt hockey with his son, but I digress. Made it the club around 5ish, and ordered a bucket and sat at my usual spot on the rail. I always think this time is the best, since you get the daily double of ladies from the day and the arrival of the night time hotties. The day shift is always a mixed bag, and some of the ladies are more interested in their phones than the customers, but hey..that is the way of the world now.

I always appreciate the ones who get their noses out of their phones and are on the prowl. No one really floated my boat, but the day/night was young. After 3 of the 5 beers in the bucket, it was pretty close to shift change and it looked like it was going to be a good night based on the arrival of the night time crew. Always kind of fun to see how they look when they are coming in, not so much as they leave. A couple of lookers go my attention as they arrived in their stripper wear (yoga pants, Uggs, belly shirts, and jackets, I like that look). The roll call came and I was pleasantly surprised by the number and the quality. My mine was thinking, this could be a good night, it has been disappointing the last couple of times in the D. I did the counting and had to use my toes since it looked like there was around 16 ladies on the stage swaying to the song, did find one Blondy Bee that I tipped before they went up and disappeared for a while. She told me she would be right back.

Well it only took 5 minutes before this lovely came back and made her way to my lap, I always love that. Her name was Christy, she was about 30, and had that stripper body that has improved over time. The usual chit chat and then she leaned in with the phrase the pays, "so do you wanna play?", well of course I do. No stammering from my side, followed her upstairs, tipped the man and she found her way to her office. She asked how hard I wanted to play, and we agreed to what I usually pay for these play dates and off to the races. She smelled great in all the right places and must have been watching some instructional videos because she was the consummate pro.