A wasted drive

I'd heard good things about Silver Slipper.

Damn, how I wish I hadn't listened to the people saying those things.

Went on a Saturday, and walked into a club with a fat woman 'dancing' naked on stage, while a couple more worked the handful of customers. Not a pretty sight, nor a promising intro to the club. But seeing as how I'd already paid the door fee, I decided to get a drink, grab a seat, and hope the line-up would improve. It didn't.

Unfortunately, one of the fatties decided I needed some 'company' and came over to my table before I could even open my drink. No matter how I hinted that I wanted her to get lost, she wouldn't. She just kept up the hard sell for us to get a 'VIP' room where she promised to 'get naked all over me'. I'm sure I wouldn't have enjoyed such an experience if I were higher than a kite. So I got blunt and she finally got the message. Not five minutes after she left, an even heavier one walked over, plopped down and asked me if I wanted a lap dance. Not wanting my legs crushed, I forcefully declined. Eventually, a slender, heavily tattooed dancer came over to talk, and after a bit of back-and-forth, I got a dance from her.

I can't remember her name, but she gave me a decent topless dance with a fair amount of touching allowed on my part. My only disappointment was her adamant denial of my desire to taste her nipples. Oh well, them's the breaks I guess. I went with two songs, so a total of sixty out of my pocket. Once we were done, she excused herself and I went back downstairs.