Which way to the beach? (Don't forget the lotion.)

Was heading, as we say in Philly, "down the shore" for a week of vacation, and decided to take a route that would conveniently drive me by the Playhouse. Easy free parking lot which looked more full than the inside of the club at about 12:30 on a Saturday. It's BYOB, but I knew I'd settle for the 2 small cups of Coke for the $10 cover paid to the bartender.

Two sips into my Coke, I found a MILFy, augmented blonde grinding in my lap. Normally I like to settle a bit, but margaritas near the bay were waiting, and I don't think I could have escaped her clutches if I wanted to. We went back to the private rooms.

Dances are $30 each and called out, over a speaker, announcing the end of each song. Songs seem generously long. This dancer seemed to be a sweetheart, and maybe because I was going to be in the sun for the week, she seemed very eager to lotion me up very well in all the sensitive areas. Fifteen minutes after my arrival, and $100 plus a generous tip, I was happily on my way to the beach.