A So-So Shift Change

After flight into Cleveland, stopped in at Amber's about 5 pm. No one was dancing on the stage, but two dancers were cozying up to patrons at the bar and one dancer was giving a VIP dance in the mirrored, but dark area to the left of the bar. One of the dancers at the bar was a tall, blond spinner who was all over an older gentleman at the bar. She was wearing a cute bikini bottom on her tight bum and a very sexy white top somewhere between a running bra and a t-shirt. Hoping to get some attention and some dances from this promising looking young lady, I hopped up on the stool next to them and--probably stared rather rudely--wishing the dancer would turn from the object of her affection. No such luck. Apparently she was saying goodbye after finishing an afternoon shift and quickly darted off to the dressing room to change back to street clothes. Her regular seemed rather despondent after her departure and went to the T-shaped stage with his head down on the rail.

The other dancer at the bar was hanging with a guy in the right hand corner of the bar, checking her phone and chatting with a very busty bartender wearing a low-cut leotard. She said hello once when walking past but exhibited no interest in conversation or private dances. I'm not quite sure about the appeal of texting over getting $20 per song, but she evidently was.

Finally, the dancer from the VIP area came up on stage. She was a rather curvy/stocky blond busting out from a red evening gown with many cutouts and slits. Thinking that a plump dance was better than none, I hopped from the stool to a chair by the stage and parted with a couple of dollar bills. She said that she could do a private dance but that she had promised to do a couple for someone else.