Don't Judge Too Quickly

I went to Sugar’s again (only my second visit). This time it was a cold rainy Wednesday evening around 6:30. My last visit was a Sunday night so I decided to see what the midweek crew looked like. My night started out the same as my last visit. Wow! What a dead place!

A sparse handful of customers sat on padded stools at the bar staring into their cans of beer. The dance stage in the next room was empty. A large TV was tuned to election results. Two dancers sat nearby, one on the phone ordering supper from some Mexican place. No other dancers in sight. I figured I’d just suck down my beer and quietly head home. What a bust!

One of the dancers changed stools to sit next to me. We greeted each other and made small talk. I bought her a drink. She was a little stocky, medium boobs and a pretty face - maybe a 5 or 6 to my taste. She said she’d only been at the club for a month-and-a-half but liked it well enough. As she talked, her hand slid across my thigh to cup and fondle my cock. “Would you like to do some dances?”