Afternoon/Late morning.

Back to my favorite dive. I visited on a bright and sunny Tuesday, I mention bright because walking in your life (or at least your shins) are in grave peril as it is so dark that you stand a excellent chance of walking into something. (I sadly speak from experience.). I was there just after opening and once my eyes adjusted I looked around and found three dancers in a corner and one other customer at the bar. As has been well documented, the bar is straight ahead, main stage (smallish) on the right and auxiliary stage (tiny) on the right. Behind the extra little stage is the bathroom...again as well documented yikes!

I walked up to the bar and five minutes later had a corona and a rather large seemingly very young dancer from Guatemala draped around one arm and a beer in the other. Her big brown eyes and very large assets definitely weren't a turn off for me. (I know to each their own.). She asked me for a drink giving me the ever persuasive stripper hand shake, so I obliged and she had this rather large multi shot concoction for $20. After about five minutes of her grabbing me under the bar and me gropping her as possible, she finished her large drink...and I drank about 1/2 of my beer...and off to the VIP we went. BTW, my Spanish is bordering on zero, and her English was bordering on zero...yet communication was not a problem. With a bit of sign language and her hands, she was very clear that I was going to have a spectacular time in the VIP.

5 for $!00: we agreed and off we went. The VIP is in the back and is a large open not very private room. We headed into the corner and off came the top exposing a huge assets... We groped a bit, she nibbled on my ear...she licked my neck...but quite a bit of her sign language didn't happen. All was good until I wanted to touch anything down below, and that wasn't happening. (No Papi) After about the fourth song, right about the time the novelty of her huge breasts was wearing off, I became increasingly aware of how heavy she really was and how squished I was becoming. It wasn't like I was giving in and stopping the dances, but I have to say that blue balls from a strip club aren't supposed to include bruising...it didn't really happen, but I did think it might have if I had round two of dances from her. After the last song...which honestly I was a bit relieved to have happen, I told har thank you, no mas, and made my way back to the bar.

Round two was with her opposite, a skinny well worn older dancer from Cuba. I think her name was Angel, she had B cups at best and probably weighed 95 lbs. She greeted me again with the stripper hand shake and asked if I wanted to buy her a shot. I figured what the heck, and two shots later we were off to the VIP. Again, 5 for $100 and this time I did have a great time. (In all my experience, older Cuban in the afternoon = great time.). She was all over me and by the second song had her hands in my pants. I made it 1/2 way through the last song and needed to go visit the ever lovely rest room for a bit of cleaning. I tipped her an extra 20 and she seemed happy.

After the lovely rest room, about an hour and a 1/2 after entering, I was out of there and off to my day. As is almost always the case I had fun...and you never have a clue what you will or won't get from almost any dancer there. I think the uncertainty of it all is a huge part of Chica's charm. (Yes I do find it charming, in a very scuzzy I can leave how I'd really act in the world behind when I walk in way.)