Some days you just need someone to lend a hand

I had some downtime on a Monday afternoon. I thought about brushing up on crypto or paying my bills, but neither really seemed like an appealing way to avoid driving to Tampa. Somehow my GPS took me to Lookers, so who was I to question fate? As it turns out… absolutely no one. Kinda like the opposite of the “golden hour” effect on afternoon selfies, afternoon trips to the titty bar are wonderfully shame-inducing. BUT, there’s the benefit of no cover, so away we go.

I walked in and there was a Latina with medium tits and great legs dancing around the pole. There was no one seated around the stage, so I guess risking life and limb would have come at little to no benefit from the folks ogling from afar. She would have been a solid 6.5, but she looked like she wanted to be elsewhere. There were about five other women scattered about the place talking with other guys or grinding on them in the lap dance area. Literally just what you would expect at this time of day.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a fairly priced Corona (I enjoy irony). No one was rocking masks, but that wasn’t a dealbreaker for me. I pretended to enjoy reruns of the Buccaneers game and happily imbibed. A light skinned Latina woman with a solid face and great fake tits approached me and started chatting me up. A voluptuous, dark skinned Latina chick with an average face and even bigger tits came up and started talking to the both of us. I spent more time talking to the dark-skinned Latina, because I guess I came to see tits - the bigger the better. Eventually she quoted me a price of $25/song. I said fuck it and went.