Pandoras: Still The Pervs Watering Hole

I had a little free time and was nearby Pandoras, so I decided to head over in the afternoon around one. Tuesday, as in this Tuesday. I was hoping to catch Monse but had some catch up time with Seattle finest Brazilian piece of ass instead. Spent exactly 160.

I went in and the club was dead. Bar girl was whatever. The bar girls here have been on the decline. Tipped five ones because why not. The usual ten for the cover and five for the sugar water. Stella had her ass out on stage, twerking. I could see two other pervs admiring Stella’s high art form. How touching. I’m sure the bare ass and tits weren’t even a consideration for the aspiring clergyman sitting by the stage. That’s when I spotted Luna sitting on an adjacent couch, alone. It’s been way to long. Still had the luscious fat ass and fake rack you’d get lost in in the LDA the few times she wasn’t on her knees. Seattle veterans will recall that she used to strip at Dancing Bare (remember that?), famed for her knee drop there as much as she is at Pandoras. Yeah she’s a milf and no she doesn’t have an aspiring pornstar IG thot body. Whatever. The normies can keep their Kim K wannabes. For the strip club pervs, naked woman and quality service suffice. I need ratchet naked women on my lap, not a OnlyFans subscription. She saw me and came over for the sell.

So we talked. I haven’t taken the LDA spin with her since last summer, so a little catch-up chit chat was needed. She’d made a vacation to that land of bikini wax and rainforests in the ensuing time. Maybe one day I’ll have to take a trip down to that famed land. I hear the strip clubs down there are slightly more…risqué. Or if I want a shorter trip I might just go to Tijuana for the uh…clubs…that also happen to have private rooms. Then the sell came. 140, variable number of songs. This is Pandoras on a early afternoon on a weekday. Come for the easy sluts and the discount pricing. Leave…relaxed…and with improved eye contact skills. Making eye contact with someone kneeling two feet below you takes skills, don’t you know?

We went back and she stripped down. She has good taste in heels. I’ll always like a woman in heels. Just the heels, nothing else. I realized why I hadn’t seen Monse before. She was in a dank corner, having made use of her LDA couch rearrangements, kneeling for perv number four ( counting me of course). Later she moved to the saddle, right around the time I was spanking Luna’s ass for the third or fourth time( I lost track).

Luna started grinding on my lap (my cock was rock hard at this point) as I fondled her ass, tits all out in my face, kissing them. I’ve always been a ass guy, but that fake rack really is something. Then it was time for her to go lower. A lot lower. Five minutes later and we were done.