This Club Just Got Way Better

Damn, I actually managed to stay away from a strip club for a couple of weeks. Well, all good things come to an end. Being the perv I am my willpower broke, and I found myself at Sugars on Sunday morning at opening. Why Sugars and why at opening? Easy sluts and undivided attention from said sluts. Sugars always seems to be dead during the days, so it seemed like a good candidate. And yeah the fucking AC is fixed. And I spent exactly 160 dinero. And yeah the sugar water tasted like shit, same as it always does. Ok, now let’s talk about what everyone actually gives a shit about. I met Minni. I thought it was Zara. They look almost identical. Could even be twins. Then I remembered that Zara lives in fucking who knows where now. Definitely not Seattle. Definitively not the NW. And Minni turned this club into something exceptional for my ever-discerning tastes. I’ll explain.

I went by my favorite bikini coffee shack a quarter mile up Aurora from Sugars first because why not. Tats Heather wasn’t working it for a change, but topless Zoe made it worth it. I don’t know why they even call them bikini shacks at this point. Most of the girls are naked, or at least keep the top goods out. Not that I’m complaining. Just a little preliminary perving. A little wetting of the appetite.

So I walk in the club at 10:30. I parked by that stupid fucking paint store like I always do, not that I should be worried. Aurora is one of-possibly the most-ghetto-as —fuck neighborhoods in town. Yeah, it even gives Tukwila a run for its money. If you park on the street in plain sight you’re just in a den among thieves. So park away to your hearts content on the street pervs, but I’ll stick do that fucking paint store, because I just can’t stop digging that vintage car mural, obviously. Anyway it was dead as usual. Paid the cover. Took my seat. Manager tells the only girl in the girls room to get her ass on stage. I’ve seen it all before. Same act, different characters. Well, actually the same characters, except for Minni. Out walks a thick AA-Minni.

So she gets on stage and starts the twerk. I throw a little petty green. Bra slides to the floor. Big natural tits come out. A little more green. Thong slips down. She spreads her shaved pussy, throws her fat ass back, working the pole a little. So this goes on for another song. Then she heads over, because where else is she going to go? Anyway, she parks that barely covered ass on my leg and we chit chat. Bubbly personality. Big toothie grin. Something about her personality is instantly likable, even lovable. Anyway, sell comes. And back we go. LDA. 140. Variable song number.

We find the dankest corner. She gets naked…again. Parks her fat ass on my lap. Sticks those all natural luscious tits in my face. She’s grinding naked on my lap. Somehow my hand ended up on her kitty. Don’t ask me how. It was heating up. Anyway we were done five minutes later. Well, at least I was.