After an okay Brad's visit, I trucked across town to Dancers. Similar to an earlier visit, it's free/safe parking, <$10 entry, and drinks were the usual, with my G&T like $7. I masked up for entry, and there were masks mostly for the dancers and servers while walking around.
The club is spotless with a large non-trolled bathroom. In addition to a couple stages (only one in use), there are side cubbies with couches/tables where a PL could get a little more private with a special someone, if so desired. An odd thing about Dancers is that the girls do hang on their phones more than other Indy clubs. After tipping a couple girls on stage, I spotted a stunning redhead bouncing across the floor. Being one of a handful of PLs, I thought she might make her way over to me, but no dice. So, I got my best Dean Martin swagger on and sashayed over to her booth, where she was hanging with a another dancer - both texting... Ugh!
I didn't let her disinterest deter me, and after some chit chat, we headed back to the LD room. Her demeanor never really improved, but she was young and apparently inexperienced in the ways of social cordiality, judging by the florescent wristband she wore. Still, what's not to like about feeling up a bountifully-breasted young woman? I got my $20 worth, and then she was called up on stage after one dance. I learned later that a "perk" of securing a girl for VIP, is that they'll take her off the stage rotation. Otherwise, your $20 LD chump change means didley squat to the DJ powers that be.
I spotted another dancer - Giselle - who I saw on the way in. Small breasted, slender, and (thankfully) older, she was a delight to chat with when I horned in on her table. We headed off to the LD area, where she breezily suggested waiting for the next full song - how wonderful. I was liking her more all the time.
When the song started, I volunteered to relieve her chest of that nasty bra. She warned me she's "all nipples." I wouldn't quite call it that, but she did have nice protruding nips on a pair of smallish natural breasts. What she may have lacked upstairs, she more than made up for with ear nibbling/breathing, fantastic knee stick-shifting, and flutter tongue breath on Mr Happy through my thin LD pants.
She offered VIP, which I seriously considered, but was ultimately happy with the LD experience. All-in-all, another good visit. I still rank Dancers as my favorite club, with Brad's a close second. An honorable mention goes to Hip Hugger, but be prepared for a one-hour solid drive to get there, so I don't normally consider it for my Indy mongering adventures.
