The old Jetstrip is dead. I went Saturday night, when you expect the best of the girls to be there. Of the 11-12 girls, only one had a proportionate body and a face you would look at on the street. But she was a bitch. Inga was her pseudonym. At least she spread her pussy on stage. She did not like my stroking my stretchies and reached down to grab my arm. The Jetstrip has been one of my Cum Palaces for over twenty years, but now it could not even inspire a hard-on. It is undergoing its last hideous convulsions before its demise.
