Sometimes there's a diamond in the rough, but boy is the rough rough

I had the day off and found myself at The Landing Strip on a Monday afternoon. When I walked in I was the only patron there, the bartender was nowhere to be found. There was a pool table, a stage that I doubt gets used much, a bar, and two couch VIP areas in the back. The elderly talent swarmed me like vultures as I waited for the bartender. Most got the hint that I wasn't interested but there were two stragglers so past their prime (if they even had one) that just wouldn't let up and I'm too polite to tell them to fuck off. Then the only young attractive dancer there walked out of the fitting room and I made eye contact with her to save me. Her name was Bella, she was black, decently tall, slim, small perky breasts, and a big curvy ass. I told her she was too good for this place but she likes the quiet atmosphere (and lack of competition I'm sure). She informed me that 15 minutes in VIP was $120, $20 more than Carousel, but drinks were a bit cheaper so it all evens out for a stay I supposed. There was mutual touching, neck kissing, and ear moaning, and I left the dance happy. She coyly implied that more could be had but I try not to push my luck upon first visit which I usually reserve solely for checking the vibe of the establishment. She said she works most weekdays during the day and I look forward to seeing her again. I pray I don't see any of the other talent that i saw that day unless it's at the nursing home when I visit my grandmother