Foggy Friday night in Ybor

Was in town for work and decided to stay a couple extra days for the weekend in order to enjoy the warm weather and Tampa’s other entertainment. Spent Friday night in Ybor getting dinner and visiting some of the local bars. Around midnight, the alcohol’s influence made me think it would be a good idea to hit up the strip club. Pulled up TUSCL and found that Scarletts was my closest option and it also just so happened to have some good reviews, so off I went.

I took a Lime scooter from the Ybor bar area, which after the aforementioned drinks, was maybe not the smartest idea but I arrived in one piece. Paid the cover (can’t remember if it was $10 or 20) and once inside I was surprised at few patrons were there. Only a few other guys and probably about 10 dancers visible. Went up to the bar and ordered an NA beer and was immediately approached by an older, heavier dancer and after a brief few exchanges I told her i was not interested in a dance. A few minutes later a hot Cuban dancer with long hair and straight cut bangs (my weakness) and big D cups came and sat down next to me. I’m terrible with names so I’m sorry I forgot hers almost as soon as she told it to me. Made some chit chat and soon enough asked if I wanted a dance. She quoted me $60 for 3 songs, I agreed and off we went.

Lap dance area is separated from the main room, and very dark. No bouncer to pay at the entrance and she led me to furthest cubicle down the end of the dark hallway. I can’t remember if there were curtains or not, but since we had walked past all the other booths I noticed that no other customers were in them anyway, so it was just us. She immediately got naked and had some good 2-way contact. She allowed me touch everywhere but I never tried FIV. During the first song, she asked if I wanted to have more fun and that a BJ would be 250, which I declined. By the third song, she said it would be $120 and that I agreed to. She peeked outside the booth to make sure no one was around and took my pants down and put on a cover. As she started her finest piano man impression, she kept stopping and looking outside the booth, but eventually was satisfied no one was around and gave her full attention to me. No rush, but I was done in the bag pretty quickly once she got to work.

After she cleaned me up and I pulled up my pants and we start to walk out of the booth she turns to me and says “don’t forget your fake beer” in a fairly condescending tone. Walked out of the lap dance area, disposed of the beer and called an Uber. My night was done.