Warning - long intro. I am newly divorced. I just learned my ex, who was totally fridgid in bed, was getting fucked by our mi later. Apparently he convinced her to do shit that she was not “convicted to do” during the better part of our six-hear marriage. As I worked to gain revenge on the minister, and my ex, I needed to maintain near-perfect behavior to obtain shared custody (as we have a no-fault state). Our local club closed during the pandemic, which may have been helpful, as it was a risk to go there. As much as I wanted any potential pay-for-play.
Thank God for my recent trip to Albuquerque. My half-brother lives there and works for a local minor league baseball team. He hosted me following he end of my proceedings, as his fiancée was our office town on business (Thank god, she’s a beast - but banging!!!! - kudos lil’bro).
As Lil’ bro is tied to work, I hit Route 66 for some street tacos. I was impressed to see Knockouts available at such a convenient location. However, on that Wednesday evening, I was t packing enough cash to merit a visit. I hit the WF ATM the next day to grab $200 cash. I was happy to see more taco vendors on Thursday evening (post visit).
I arrived early, around 4:00 (I think, I’m on East coast time). I believe I paid a $3-5 cover. I got loaded quickly, and forgot the fee. It wasn’t much. The bartender was librarian cute. She could tell I was looking to get a cheap buzz. I appreciated her assessment, and non-judgement. She could tell where my priorities were. At first, there were only 3 girls working, she gave me a bit if a “heads up” on who to avoid (not necessarily, who to approach). There is a esperare cost for a table and private dance. The hot, latina (my type - who I was told to avoid) told me there was “no difference between a table or private dance. Kudos to the bartender, who I tipped handsomely. Then I met not one, but two MILFS. One curvy blonde and one (more curvy) Latina. Both have excellent two-way grindage. I had full hands on access. I asked one of the two for a bit more, and may have been happily treated to an oral exercise in strip club etiquette. God damn, or was I just too drunk or dreaming. She was not a milf, but a proud “auntie” I later fucked at the doubletree...
When I visited the next evening (more street vendors)... The dude working the bathroom was openly selling condoms. My sense is, anything is available le foe the right price. I’m coming back in February, Covid-pending... And saving some cash for the experience.
