Delilah's Den of Dissatisfaction

I showed up on a Wednesday night around midnight. The cover was 20 dollars. I notified the bouncer that this was a little steep for a weeknight, he offered a drink and I chose water.

Nobody was dancing when I walked in. There was a young cute girl with a kind of alt rock vibe, pierced etc talking to a male staff member. Her name may or may not have been Haley. There was also a russian lady in her 40s who danced a little bit later and a latina girl who I found unattractive despite this being my predilection. There was one other guy there, but he left around the time I entered. I sipped the water, questioning my decision to enter. I am not a big drinker and as such cannot speak for the drink prices. I did not find the chairs to be comfortable, and the logistics of the bar allowed for the male staff to watch me, now the sole client, from the stoop he was occupying as I went about my evening.

I declined the company of the Russian and the Latina but allowed the pretty young white girl (25-28) to sit on my lap. She had a kind of doe eyed look that I found attractive. As she answered my mundane, perfunctory questions, I envisioned those doe eyes staring staring blankly up into mine in the VIP room as she gave me oral pleasure. I agreed to pay her 125 USD to make this dream a reality for 15 minutes.