Old Faithful Erupts Again

Here’s another chapter in the Orchid chronicles. I wandered in about 2. An old dude who counts dances was by the door. The stage was empty and the bar tender was on a stool looking at her phone. Two other idiots like me were seated at the bar. I sat down. Mahogany was sitting alone at the bar. The tender came over and I got a water. A lot of singles came back for my 20 and I tipped the tender a buck. Before I could crack the bottle, Mahogany came over and introduced herself. Mahogany is an African American woman of indiscernible age, who short and trim with a bit of a tummy. She makes a very persuasive sales pitch. But I had just sat down. I asked her to come back later.

Melanie came out of the VIP with her guest. They sat together and chatted. After a while she wandered over to me. At the same time, Jeanie — however she spells it — stepped out on stage to dance. Jeanie’s is a tall black woman with small breasts: deliciously slinky but she has a reputation for not being adventurous in the back.

Melanie came and made her sales pitch. Melanie is a petite black woman with glorious tits. Her sales pitch was enticing but I held off a bit. I wanted to see how Jeanie’s stool side was. So I said come back to me.

Jennie’s stoolside flirt did not improve my confidence. What a shame!

I made eye contact with one of the M’s. Im not going to say which, though she likes to use blue, vanilla flavored banana covers. We had a fixed dollar arrangement. She came over and we proceeded to the $20 room rather than the $30 private. We sank some duets. First, we covered uptown girl. Then we sang one more for my baby. While we were singing, Jeanie came in with an older white dude. I’m pretty sure I made the right call. After we finished, we settled up and I returned to my stool. I got another offer but I was all tired out.