Couples Therapy

Stopped by after a bogus trip to High Heels Saloon. No trouble parking as Silver Slipper shares a huge gravel parking lot with an adult book store. $7 cover got me inside. Felt like I was in a couples session at times.

The place is huge. A long bar to your left as you walk in. Big stage in the middle. Tables and chairs scattered around both sides of the stage. Slot machines in the back. Bathrooms under the stairs that lead up to the second floor where the dances happen.

I sat at the bar and grabbed a $2.50 bud lite from the young, thin, hot Polish blonde bartender. I was admiring her when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught this obese black dancer making her way down the bar. She was going from guy to guy. I prayed she wouldn’t come by me. God must’ve took the night off. She came right up to me and rubbed her vag on my left knee. I told her I just got there and was on my first beer. She said I should start the night right with her upstairs for $25. I kindly said I’ll seek her out when I was ready. She got the hint and took off. I almost poured some of the beer on my knee for sterilization.