Who said Cubans aren’t fun

Jimmy’s or the Pony Ii as it is now called is usually my last stop before leaving town and last Wednesday was no different. They opened at 6 with a $10 cover change. Normal temp check and I’d scan and off to the races.

Unlike most clubs this place has decent lighting so you don’t have to worry about beer goggles unless you really over do it. when you walk it it’s pretty wide open with three stages off to your right and the bar straight in front of you. Smoking is allowed but you don’t reek once you leave.

I walked in around 8:30 6-7 dancers were already there, with the new girls practicing on stage. Grabbed a $6 import from the bartender, a middle age woman who always dresses in a black pant suit. Got comfortable at the bar and it was long before a dancer who I forgot walked over. Rather large girl sat directly between me and some old guy which gave me chance to slip off before she began her spill. Chugged the first import and sit by the waitress who is a cute young girl that looked better than most of the dancers but zero personality. Saved by R&$@, a tall curvy AA with perfectly flat stomach. Brought her a bootlegger, think it was $8 and she finally convinced me to get a dance. I always start off with the 2 for $50 if it’s someone new. We went back to a semi-private room with curtains and immediately the top is off. I had been drinking since 4ish but jr was at full salute as she climbed on top and dry jumped. All was going well plenty of mutual touching grinding and she around and all I could think of was WTF! I don’t know where the smell can from but it was now assaulting my sense of smell to the point I told her I had to pee and split before the second song.