This Club Is Really Good Now

So this club is really good. As good as Pandoras probably. I’ve had a bit of an epiphany about this club in recent months. I’ve long been black pilled on this place, but the the club is a haven for quality talent. The Winter / Naima scam, as while as some other paradigms of business ethics, has given this club a bad rep. It’s nothing that won’t be found at any other strip club in town, however; yes, even at that venerable establishment on Lake City. I’ve OD’d a bit on Pandoras in recent weeks, so Kittens has become my new watering hole. I went in on a Sunday morning, an hour after opening. Eleven. After the cute bar girl AA collected my cover I immediately ran into Pretti…again. I’m not going to fucking say what the cover is or what the sugar water cost is because no one gives a fuck. If twenty five something dollars matters to you go hit up the dollar store instead.

As I was walking in she came up (pounced might be a more apt word, not that I’m complaining), swung the ass back for a sample, so I fondled her ass. I didn’t want to be rude. Refusing an offer is just bad optics. We headed back to a seat to talk bullshit. Pricing…and whatever. 140. No song limit discussed because this is mornings at Kittens in the LDA…wink wink.

Anyway back in the LDA she stripped down in the dankest corner offering maximum…privacy… free and stretched her naked body on my lap. No limits contact obviously…because it’s morning LDA at Kittens. Like I said, it’s a good fucking club. Obviously things got…hotter. No I won’t elaborate. You should just fucking know what I mean.

Then I left, and as I was leaving, I was thinking one thing:this club might just be the best fucking strip club in town.