A Traumatic Experience

You know, some few years back HiLiter was one of the first clubs I ever visited. My ATF danced there, so did my runner up. Some of the most interesting times I’ve had in a club, have been had here. Sure, I spent most of this time face-first between very large breasts, but there were great conversations too (especially from that position). However due to my recent experience, I may be done with this club… and strip clubs altogether.

As has been described before, here’s the club layout: small single story location by a small shopping center. Velvety sliding chairs on the floor of the single, large dancing room. Bar to your right as you enter, VIP section on your immediate left, bathrooms back and to the left. Lap dance is $10 on the floor, $25 in back (plus the propina for the chica). There are wall mirrors everywhere so if you’re too chicken to openly check out the dancers, you are in luck!

So anyways there I am, going up on a Tuesday, looking to indulge in a little post-lunch excursion to the HiLiter. Walk in around 3:00pm ID scan, no cover charge. Minimal management presence on the floor, no bathroom attendant either. Walking over to the bar, I’m immediately attended by a pretty, young dancer. I haven’t seen her around before, but she looks good. Little thinner than my type, but with a nice round ass and soft natural C-cup breasts. She was ethnically ambiguous like myself, but appeared most like an Black dancer, especially the ass. She’s was a little bit eccentric, but immediately inquired if I’m “ready for a pump.” You’ll forgive me for thinking I’d found the right one!