Ellie, haunter of erotic dreams

I haven’t been to a strip club in decades, mostly because there’s no connection with the strippers. Sure, I know they’re not going to come home with me, but selling a feeling that they *could* spend the rest of the night with me is something that was always lacking. Well, that changed when I went to Beansnappers.

On a whim, I went there on a Wednesday night after having officially been divorced a few days before. My plan was to go in, see some tits and pussy, throw a few singles and get out. After buying my two $5 drinks (there is no cover), I sat down and watched the first performer.

I can’t remember her name for the life of me (I think it was CJ), but the first dancer had short curly hair, a nice toned body, and several tattoos - two of which were red stars around each nipple. She had great energy and was flexible as hell! She seemed nice, so I went to ask about doing the 3 lap dances for $60 deal with her. No can do…she was already taken by another guy in the VIP room. That ended up being a good thing, because the next girl on stage would change my mind about strip clubs.