This Place Just Keeps Getting Better

This was Friday. What better way to spend a day then to pay sluts to get naked for you. I decided to venture down the I-5 for a Kittens retry, given my last experience there. Shook off a couple of the usual scammers and then ran into Pretty again. Spent 220.

I pulled up at 11:30, opting to go in the morning like I always do. Same eye candy working the bar. Nerdy glass wearer AA turned hottie collected my cover. Had a bra and booty shorts thing going, just barely covering her ass. I was digging it but she would have looked better with nothing on. This girl really needs to make the bar girl to stripper transition. Fat blondie is working the bar like usual. She’s welcome to keep her clothes on. Maybe lose seventy pounds and we’ll talk in half a year about the stage audition sweetheart. I took a seat and watched a petite blondie twerk naked on stage, doing some ass spreading. Being the bleeding heart feminist that I am, I was obviously watching this for the artistic pole work, not because I just like seeing a woman get naked for my pleasure.

A skinny AA in fishnet came by to make some bullshit convo. The usual script was recited (“First time?”), blah blah blah. Not much in the way of top goods or ass. She wanted to do three for a hundred. Whatever, back we go. I was only planning on doing one. Most boring lap dance I’ve gotten in awhile. She sits on my lap but we’re waiting for the next song to start. Cue the song. No hint of any clothes coming off. I grab her ass, not that there’s much to grab. I was as bored as fuck and told her to get off my lap after the song ended. Then the scamming bitch wanted one hundred. I told her we did one song, not three. It doesn’t fucking matter if she said she wanted to do three before we went back or not. I move to shut her down. Shove forty in her hand and walk away. I might have left then but in the dark corner of the LDA I had spotted Pretty and another perv. She’d been on her knees when I first came in the LDA so I hadn’t seen her, but she’d resurfaced by the time I was done with scammer whore, getting her tits fondled by the aspiring feminist studies professor who was looking more relaxed now. I stuck around, waiting for her to come out.

Brittany comes over to my seat for the sell. Discount Kim K, complete with the fake tits and faker laugh. It’s like she read the generic stripper how-to manual and took it too literally. Nothing about her body or persona are even remotely real. There’s the rehearsed lines (“first time?”), (“so handsome”), (“Maybe we should have a little fun”). Pretty had come out of the LDA at this point and was on stage, slipping out of one her trademark dresses. I shook Brittany of with some bullshit excuse (“forgot something in my car”).

As I was coming back inside I ran into Pretty by the bar. She recognized me and stuck her ass back for a sample. I fondled her ass a little as we talked pricing. 160, variable number of songs. Back we went. We went to the corner. Dress falls of and she sits on my lap. No panties or bra on. Sticks her tiny supple tits in my face as I fondle her perky ass. She starts to finger her pussy a little. We’re kissing a little. Turns her ass around, sticks her feet on both sides of the couch and does a athletic stretch until her pussy and ass are parked a few inches above my head. I move in for more ass fondling. Then she drops down. All the way down. A couple songs later and she moves to the saddle. A song later we’re done. She slips her dress back on and we head out. Pretty is basically Kitten’s Monse. For those familiar was the Monse experience, the lovely Pretty is the same package.